Zhongyuan Zhongya intuitively felt that this should not be the case, but for a while he was speechless and could not help but appear short of breath.

"But..." He frowned in confusion and asked, "If compensation is just a transaction for you, then you say this..."

He vaguely felt as if he had reached the edge of a certain realm, and if he took another step forward, he would reach another new world.

But he has been unable to take this step.

He may have realized it, or he may not have realized it. When he looked at Quan again, who was curled up with his knees in his arms, he fell silent.

"Just treat this as a transaction..." Quan's voice trembled, with a hint of crying, "Please..."

"..." Nakahara Chuuya's fists clenched unconsciously.

At the same time, in an inconspicuous hut on Leibo Street.

A man changed out of his prison uniform, took a roll of bandages from the man in black holding a gun, sat on the container, and slowly wrapped up the very conspicuous red birthmark on his right hand.

"be honest!"

Another man in black with a gun brought over a cowering man. The latter turned out to be the owner of the bar "Anchor".

Seeing that he was dragging his feet, the man in black pushed the bar owner impatiently. The latter stumbled, unsteady on his feet, and fell directly in front of the man who was applying bandages with a "plop".

The bandaged man didn't even raise his eyes, and said in a faint tone: "Why do you need to pay such a big courtesy?"

The bar owner lay trembling on the ground, unable to speak.
Chapter completed!