Xiao Yi's words left everyone somewhat silent.
The risks of this profession seemed rather high, yet Xiao Yi appeared to have grown accustomed to all of it.
For a moment, however, no one knew what to say. Perhaps this was simply part of the risks of the profession.
Leo, meanwhile, fell even deeper into silence.
"How many people are there in the race behind you? How long would 20,000 yuan worth of living supplies be enough to sustain them?"
Leo's question made Xiao Yi freeze for a moment and left Jenny and the others behind him puzzled.
No one had ever asked him such a question before. However, his professional training made him hesitate for only an instant before answering immediately.
"There are one hundred fellow members of my race under my protection. Twenty thousand yuan has tremendous purchasing power. If it were spent only on living supplies, it would provide more than two months of ample food and necessities."
Xiao Yi answered respectfully, but his words left Jenny, George, and the others stunned.
"Didn't you just say it could last for more than six months?"
"That was the living tax for six months for the fellow members of my race. This money must be paid to our Upper Clan Lords. Otherwise, we will lose the opportunity and right to survive."
Xiao Yi continued without the slightest hesitation.
"Living tax? The right to survive?"
Old Li and the others were still unable to understand those two terms.
"Yes. The Yak Star where we live has already been ruled by the Upper Clan Lords. Our living environment has been polluted, and all our people have been divided into races of one hundred. Every race must pay a living tax. If we fail to pay it, we lose our right to survive