After reaching an agreement, the group temporarily returned to the convoy.
Looking at Wyatt, the centurion, who wore an expression of utter confidence, Aug, the bodyguard and deputy at his side, spoke in a low voice.
"Can we really count on those guys?"
Hearing the concern in his tone, Wyatt smiled faintly and said indifferently.
"If we waited until we were a hundred percent certain before making a move, we'd never get anything done."
Aug said quietly.
"I'm just worried those guys might sell us out."
Wyatt chuckled.
"That's actually what worries me least. They won't do that."
Aug shot him a surprised look.
"You trust a bunch of raiders?"
"No. If those scum had even a shred of loyalty, they wouldn't have fallen this low, fighting rats and cockroaches for scraps." Wyatt took out a wet wipe, wiped his hands, and tossed it by the roadside. "But in this matter, they have no other choice."
After reaching their cooperation agreement, Wyatt's group settled down in Rock Mountain City and swiftly arranged surgery for Hunter Claw, the leader of the cannibal tribe.
The operation went very smoothly.
Their prosthetics doctor not only fitted Hunter Claw with a set of retractable titanium-alloy steel blades and a radius, but also reinforced the movement components and neural components in his leg tendons.
Hunter Claw was quite satisfied with the gift they had brought him, and the other raider tribes entrenched in Rock Mountain City soon grew envious. They took the initiative to approach Wyatt for cooperation, afraid that if they agreed too late, they would miss out on the benefits.
Wyatt was equally generous toward those raiders willing to cooperate. The only two operating tables worked overtime day and night.
In truth, the expensive prosthetics were merely meant to demonstrate the Legion's