Chapter 2283
Everything in this world, no matter what it was, had a price.
If money couldn't buy it, it wasn't because "money wasn't omnipotent," but because the price you offered was too low.
Morning came early in Nagaril. A streak of light appeared in the deep blue sky shortly after half past four, and by a little after five, the sky was already bright.
The entire world began to awaken from the darkness.
Nagaril's natural environment had been well preserved, far better than the Federation's. Perhaps that was one of the advantages left behind by never having experienced industrialization.
But these lakes, where people lived in harmony—or disharmony—with nature, would gradually disappear as Nagaril industrialized, becoming impossible to see again.
The convoy, having rested for the night, also began moving again.
The thugs in the vehicles no longer looked savage at all. Their bleary, barely open eyes were filled with confusion about the long day ahead.
The gunk at the corners of their eyes had hardened a little. When they rubbed it away, it crumbled into bits, which was oddly satisfying.
The people stretching lazily loosened their bodies, curled up from a night's sleep, while eating food they had snatched from the Gas Station.
After a series of engine-starting noises, the vehicles began moving again.
They were less than two hours from Slem.
The people in the vehicles began discussing what they planned to do after reaching Slem.
Some suggested going straight to a casino and pulling off a big robbery. They had seen it on television: even the smallest casino in Slem had at least a million in cash! Not to mention all the gamblers.
Others suggested robbing travelers directly. Each traveler might have less money on them, but there were plenty of travelers.
Moreover, robbing travelers was