"I have a feeling something's off." The captain of the soldiers frowned as he watched the ordinary residents of Uncertainty Terminal.
They looked timid and fearful. Their rickety carts, patched together from scraps, were piled high with all kinds of trash—mostly metal. In Uncertainty Terminal, those things might not have been the most valuable, but they were the easiest valuable items for the residents to recognize.
"There are so many people this time. I don't remember there ever being this many coming together before, especially after the Joker Party showed up..."
One of the men beside the soldier captain muttered, and the words flashed through the captain's mind like lightning.
Ever since the Joker Party had appeared, fewer and fewer Uncertainty Terminal residents had come to trade with the waste disposal company. Their numbers had not even reached thirty percent of what they used to be. Why had so many come this time?
"Damn it! These people aren't ordinary residents!"
Unfortunately, the captain realized it too late. Amid bursts of eerie laughter, those seemingly honest people pulled all manner of strange homemade weapons from their carts and immediately knocked down the unprepared soldiers.
This was, in truth, an oversight on the part of the people of the Goa Kingdom. The latest Joker Poison could not only stimulate and unleash the human body's potential, but also allow these madmen to retain a certain degree of rationality.
In other words, their ultimate goals might have been utterly insane, but that did not mean they would not use schemes and tactics while pursuing them.
At first, the Joker Party had wreaked havoc throughout Uncertainty Terminal, venting the madness in their hearts. Part of that might have been because they had only recently been injected with Joker Poison and could not fully control themselves.