Arthur was so angry he wanted to shoot him.
But in the end, he held back.
He gave him a vicious kick and headed straight for the black market.
Alvin Morgan glanced at the boy gasping for breath on the ground, slowly walked over, and looked at him dispassionately.
"Arthur is now an F-level mercenary with The Black Wolves. He'll be leaving this place for good."
Sam's body trembled, shock flashing in his eyes.
By the time he scrambled up to look, the people he so admired were already far away.
When he and Arthur were very young, they both dreamed of becoming one of them, of taking their families and escaping this place for good.
...
The black market's information broker.
Their information was highly accurate, and they had always served whoever paid, not whoever asked.
For the same question, the first person to ask paid the lowest price. The second person would be quoted a price three times higher, and the third, ten times higher.
