When the higher-ups made policies, those below found countermeasures.
As Aiou read the players' replies, he could not help but sigh.
He understood why thieves were allowed to steal. Infinite City had once allowed thieves to sell the stolen goods they acquired themselves, but before long, it had formed an entire industrial chain.
Things had been fine at first. Thieves generally had fairly high moral standards, so once they reached a certain level, they would go outside to steal and would not affect Infinite City itself.
But time gradually eroded many things. Moreover, the existence of an industrial chain caused many people's morals to crumble bit by bit, and so problems arose.
Naturally, Infinite City then directly amended its laws, forbidding thieves from reselling stolen goods and prohibiting the formation of industrial chains. This dealt a heavy blow to many high-level thieves' arrogance and finally curbed this crooked wind and evil miasma.
"But what is this assassin platform about?" Aiou stroked his chin and pondered inwardly.
A small shop not only had a laundering function, but could also serve as an assassin platform. Aiou simply did not believe there was no major power backing this little shop.
If he kept investigating, it would probably be quite interesting.
Still, Aiou would at most eat some popcorn and watch the show. Personally stepping in to investigate was out of the question. That was the enforcers' job, and he had no intention of wading into this muddy water.
"Aiou, how about we just forget it? The First Dessert Shop might not exist after all." As Mani walked, she suddenly spoke up.
Aiou looked at Mani in surprise and asked, "You want to give up?"
"Mm. I want to go home. Maning must be looking for me." After thinking it over, Mani nodded.
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