Facing the barrel of a gun, people often become nicer and more talkative. Just moments before, he was stubbornly insisting on his costs and his boss's orders, but the bandana-wearing youth obediently used the keycard to open the underground warehouse at the back of the supply station, moving out boxes of sealed No. 26 fuel.
"There, wasn't that easy?" Guluo patted his shoulder and then asked how he intended to receive payment.
"Forget about 2 million Federation Coins, but you still won't skimp on what's owed."
"There's a card swiper inside that's connected to the star network," the bandana-wearing youth replied with his hands raised, occasionally glancing at the group, particularly at Efnie and Ruby. After all, in this desolate wilderness, it was rare to see pretty girls like them—probably once in ten years.
