Smuggling Route Gone Astray

"What do you mean? Don't do anything reckless!"

"What are you trying to do? I'm warning you, this is Capital City..."

"We all paid already. What right do you have to stop us from leaving?"

The infiltrators, who had been grinning from ear to ear moments ago, saw the tattooed youths surrounding them with ill intent. Their hearts jolted, and realizing something was wrong, they immediately began shouting.

"Heh."

A graying-haired man with a gloomy face walked over from the side and said ominously, "At least half of you haven't paid. As for the other half, what you paid was the intermediary fee. What does that have to do with our escort fee?"

"If you want to leave, pay up first!"

"Otherwise, stay here and work off your debt."

The moment the man finished speaking, the crowd erupted again. But before the uproar could grow, the young men around them raised their fire guns and stepped forward, pointing the muzzles at them.

The voices that had yet to fully boil over immediately fell silent.

"Heh."

"Looking for trouble?"

"Bah!"

The white-haired man spat on one of the infiltrators and sneered disdainfully.

"Anyone who dares venture out in this day and age must have some guts. I'm sure many of you think you're tough guys."

"But just how tough are you?"

"Tougher than guns, or tougher than knives?"

"I could stab you right now and throw you outside the wall. Do you believe that even if you turned into a skeleton, no one would ever know?"

His chilling voice echoed in everyone's ears, and many people revealed fear.

The world was in chaos.

They were also infiltrators without identities.

If they were beaten to death here, no one would really know.

"Big brother..." A man in his early thirties stepped forward