Ismael acted decisively, drawing the pistol at his waist, aiming into the night sky, and pulling the trigger without hesitation.
Bang, bang, bang!
Three sharp gunshots temporarily brought the scene under control.
"All of you, put your guns down! Have you all fucking lost your minds?!"
Ismael roared at the top of his lungs,
"The passage into the ruins hasn't even been cleared yet, and you're already killing each other here. Are you afraid you won't attract the Captain?!"
Once the Captain was alerted, they would lose any chance at this lucrative prize.
Ismael swept his gaze over everyone and said coldly:
"This is the West District. Even if this really does reach the Captain, the rules say the finds belong to the West District! What's the point of dragging everyone down with you now? When ruins turn up in the East District or North District someday, should we bring our men over and seize them by force too?"
His words were like cold water poured over their heads, instantly calming the crowd that had been ready to fight.
His language was crude, but his reasoning was sound. If they broke the rules today, no one's territory would know peace in the future.
Besides, if they really alerted the Captain, he would definitely award the finds directly to the West District.
But with the ruins of Ancient Kahndaq right before their eyes, being forced to look without getting a taste left the two men itching unbearably.
Seeing that the moment was right, Ismael snorted and offered them a way out:
"Don't say I don't do anyone any favors. How about this? I'll take ten percent out of my twenty-percent share and split it between your East and North Districts. Once you've got your cut, leave immediately. Don't get in the