Nugget still didn't get it.
They'd been doing this for so long, and nothing had ever gone wrong. Every time they caught someone and delivered them to Ethan, they got a hefty reward—five thousand per head. What happened to the person afterward was none of their business.
Zane Wyatt had a vague idea of what happened to these people. They weren't good people, sure, but a life was still a life.
"Hh-ghh." The man on the ground began to struggle.
His eyes bulged as he spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. "Our boss won't let you get away with this, Zane Wyatt! We'll remember you."
Zane Wyatt couldn't help but let out a lazy, nonchalant laugh. "What's the point of remembering me? I'm just following orders. I'm not the one who treats you like hogs, and I'm not the one doing the butchering. You've got the wrong guy."
The man's eyes burned with resentment.
