"Creak~"
The fragile bed frame emitted a teeth-gritting creak, and the gang members swayed along with it, their knives collecting droplets of condensation in the mist of their breath.
"D4 level alloy, legacy of the Celestial King Battle Gang. That guy spent 300 million Silver Cannons to smuggle the metal in from the outside. In the entire Urban Area, it's the most valuable thing apart from Mokaka's head."
The bald leader leaned in, pressing his alloy fake face, with barely any human flesh left, close to the girl's ear. His tone was calm, yet every word brimmed with murderous intent.
"It's in your hands now. Our 'courier' already confessed. He lost everything at the gambling table, even that piece of alloy was bet away to you."
"We don't know your purpose or your stance, but it doesn't matter. Hand over the metal, and we can wipe the slate clean."
"..."
