"Humph, it's precisely because of this 'merit' that you can stand here and speak!"

Scarface had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were very cold.

If you weren't in charge of the "transportation" of slaves across a large area, and if you weren't in charge of not only the defunct bandit gang but also a number of smaller organizations, and if you hadn't controlled the contact channels with several key slave traders, you really wouldn't have made it out alive...

"Ha! You'll know how the leader will deal with you after we return to Langarde. But before that, there's one more thing I have to do. The money I saved from you this time is considered a loan from the organization, so remember to pay it back!"

"What--!?"

Zefu's eyes went dark and he almost fell down.

"That's a huge sum of money!"

Scarface smiled slightly and said kindly, "So you have to work hard and try to pay off your debt as soon as possible. You should know that the organization's interest rate is very high~!"

“Hahaha~!”

After saying that, Scarface laughed and left Zev behind, entering the inn.

Zev stood there, clenching his fists, his expression constantly changing, but finally his face turned pale and he slowly loosened his fists, still not daring to choose to resist, because that would only lead to a more tragic future waiting for him.

Then, he followed into the post station with a look of dejected look on his face.

After the two men had completely left, Hulim walked out from behind the shelf and looked in the direction they had left. There was no expression on her face, and her eyes were calmer than ever before.

"Is that so? Then there's nothing we can do."

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