"Solomon" sat on the Si Ai Clinic's surgery table, Sun Jack furrowed his brows as he stared at the name on the system interface, as well as the 3D imaging beside it.
No matter whether it was killing the Priest or betraying the Rat Alliance Battle Line, he had to die!
But even with hatred, one had to consider the actual situation.
As a traitor who had sold himself to capital interests, although Sun Jack did not know how much he had benefited from it, he could be sure that he had sold the Rat Alliance Battle Line for a good price. If he was not mistaken, he surely was a wealthy man by now.
In a world where money equated to power, wealth meant immense strength.
Thinking of this, Sun Jack unconsciously glanced at his own bank balance, 243.349@, and couldn't help but sigh, "Ah, what a disparity in strength,"
