"Ha ha, you're really something, scamming fools with trash!"
When Lille had been cobbling that thing together, V had seen it too. Once they got in the car, she couldn't help but laugh.
"It's not a scam, that's the essence of sales. There's still something genuine in there, plus, they've got nothing better to do."
Continuing to wait for the Network Supervision Committee was actually an option for the Wild Man King, but an organized gang is like a factory in motion—every second it's not running, it's losing money.
Contract spirit is indeed important, but in the current situation, with the Network Supervision Committee completely out of contact, Lille had fired up their device again—the high-tech communication vehicle hadn't started burning yet...
It should, most likely, be coming from the Network Supervision Committee.
And the guy had money too, who cared who he was working for?
But...
Bang bang.
Someone knocked on the doors and windows. Lille opened a window: "What's up?"
