The Bounty Hunters in front of the GTB building were already in an uproar.
"Holy shit—a bounty worth 20 million Derby, this is the first time I've heard of it."
"Who exactly is this person? Did he kill His Excellency the President's daughter?"
"Just accept the task and you'll find out."
Most of the Bounty Hunters couldn't wait to get started; 20 million Derby was enough to make one rich overnight, but more importantly, it meant owning a property with 90 years' tenure in the capital's urban area—the capital had no concept of school district housing, which meant that your descendants could freely choose any college to attend.
Being able to let one's offspring at least compete on the same playing field as those of the nobility and societal elites meant they wouldn't have to live life always on the line, with blood on their hands, never certain of the next day.
