Financial Crisis

Bentley did not know much about Imperial society, but this scene was far from unfamiliar to him.

He had spent most of his life at the Zhou-Six Settlement, and even among Garbage Stars, Zhou-Six was highly commercialized.

He had seen far too many such monsters and freaks, and he understood all the tricks they might use. There was nothing new under the sun.

The only difference was that Zhou-Six followed the law of the jungle more openly, with simpler and rougher methods.

The gangs on Paradise Star might operate more discreetly, but when it came to bloodiness, this place was not necessarily any better.

Tian Yin's experience was proof enough. Cruelty had nothing to do with the level of civilization; it was only a matter of whether people spat out the bones after eating someone alive.

So Bentley did not show these two the slightest bit of courtesy.

Hearing the threat in their words, he frowned slightly. In this regard, he handled things differently from Qu Jianlei.

People from Garbage Stars never backed down—weakness meant you could be bullied.

He spoke coldly. "What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly... Could you say that again?"

The two B-ranks looked at him calmly, and he returned their gaze with equal indifference, without showing any emotion.

After seven or eight seconds, one of the B-ranks smiled faintly. "It seems you don't intend to give us any face?"

A trace of pity flashed through Bentley's eyes. "Nothing else to say? Hurry home. It's already mealtime—buy yourselves something good to eat."

This was a Garbage Star secret code. Food there was scarce, after all, so telling someone to enjoy their last meal was perfectly normal.

But the two of them did not quite understand it. They only instinctively felt that it was