"No need."
The sound of Old Man's heartbeat grew increasingly thunderous. He looked at Yu Mo and spoke coldly in a hoarse voice.
A trace of regret flashed through Yu Mo's eyes, and he looked rather disappointed. "All right..."
"So, about the Exit-the-City Quota..."
"I've already made such a big production of this. If everyone in Sin City's Core Area ends up having a complete breakdown because there's no Exit-the-City Quota, that wouldn't be something you'd want to see either, would it, sir?"
"What if they feel they have nothing left to live for and start taking revenge on society like madmen? That would truly destroy Sin City's foundations."
"Wouldn't you agree?"
Yu Mo lowered his head slightly, a perfectly measured hint of bashfulness on his face.
Although he was facing a blind man, Yu Mo still carried out his performance earnestly and conscientiously.
Old Man remained silent for a long time.
Yu Mo stopped provoking him and simply waited quietly with a smile.
It was as though he had known from the very beginning that Old Man would definitely come looking for him.
"How were you certain I had an Exit-the-City Quota?"
In the end, Old Man couldn't hold back and asked this crucial question.
Yu Mo's eyes immediately lit up.
At that moment, Old Man seemed as likable to him as Sun Yingxiong. "Because you didn't stop me from holding this Competition, sir."
"That means Exit-the-City Quotas really do exist."
"Otherwise, you wouldn't have worried about excessive casualties."
"Since you knew and tacitly agreed, that means... you have quotas too."
"If I were to venture another guess, the quota for the annual Exit-the-City Battle... comes from you as well, doesn't it, sir?"
"And if I were to guess even more recklessly, you probably have a certain degree of...