After the girl and Harry received the prize money, some people suddenly turned their guns and aimed at Harry.
"You must be in cahoots!", someone glared fiercely at Harry, "You despicable bastards!"
Harry looked incredulous; he couldn't understand why he was thought to be in league with the girl without even saying a word.
Even in the Lower City of Bupen, when gangs caused you trouble, they would let you explain.
But in this seemingly more civilized place, they didn't seem inclined to listen to his defense!
The groundless insults or accusations didn't shake Harry's determination to win the grand prize; these people were far less adept at swearing and creating psychological pressure than those in the streets of Lower City.
They could talk about everything from the origin of species to why you are here - it's all thanks to them!
The game continued; the girl's little tricks made everyone distrust each other, which was exactly what she needed.
