He took a deep breath, quickly suppressing the chill in his eyes before forcing out a faint smile as he faced Yan Huan.
"Heh heh, this... friend, please don't get worked up."
"Since you've come to the Land of Dreams, you are The Family's guest."
"Who the hell is your friend?" Yan Huan's attitude was vile.
"You went out with two chicken wings sticking out of your head. Are you a KFC spokesperson or something?"
"Cut the crap, hurry up! Give me ten billion Credits! Or I'll blow her away!"
"...Since you wasted my time, I'm adding fifty Stonewall Falcon luxury extended editions!"
"Oh, right. Add three million bottles of original-flavor Sodalu too, thanks!"
Sunday: "..."
These nearly absurd demands eased the tension of the tourists who had been watching with bated breath. Their expressions turned strange and incredulous, and they could not help murmuring among themselves.
Fifty luxury cars was understandable, but why three million bottles of soda? That would pile up into a mountain, wouldn't it?
Could this vicious-looking terrorist actually be a fanatical Sodalu loyalist? What an oddly unique motive for extortion.
"You really only want money?" Sunday confirmed once more. His tone remained steady, though scrutiny lingered deep in his eyes.
"What else would I want? I can't even afford food. If I don't want money, what do I want?" Yan Huan grew increasingly impatient, waving the gun pressed against Firefly's head in agitation.
"Hurry up! I'll count to three! One!"
"..." Sunday glanced at the growing crowd of tourists filming with their phones, then looked at Firefly, who appeared terrified and helpless in her captor's grasp. After a brief consideration, he made his decision.
He raised one hand, signaling Yan Huan to remain calm.
"Of course."
"As long as you release my guest, everything is