As the morning sunlight pierced their tired eyes, Butler Mendez paused, hesitating before finally speaking up.
"There are about one hundred and forty two people living in this town, sir," he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of mystery.
Wallace's curiosity was piqued, and he couldn't help but interrupt. "Huh? I always thought the population was around eighty, give or take," he countered, furrowing his brow in confusion.
Mendez, unwavering in his gaze, responded with wisdom, "Sir, I took into account the young kids and the elderly, those aged 50 and above..."
Wallace's confusion faded, and he sighed in understanding. "Oh... I see now. Forget what I said earlier," he dismissed with a muttered tone.
Suddenly, as he watched the crowd still gathering around the small fries stand, a spark appeared in Wallace's eyes. He focused his attention on the futuristic bracelet adorning his wrist.
