As soon as Old White finished speaking, the index finger of his right hand had already flicked the safety off the rifle.
All the players from the Burning Corps beside him did the same.
The undisguised murderous intent caused Iron Thorn, the strong man, to slightly narrow his eyes.
"Hey, wait, is there some kind of misunderstanding?"
Sweat seeped from his forehead as he raised both hands, stepping backward while trying to defuse the high-tension atmosphere. He didn't know what had offended this man, but his instincts told him it was extremely dangerous.
"No."
This time, Iron Thorn finally understood what the man in front of him was saying.
And in his eyes, a deep fear was permanently etched.
"...The Alliance never negotiates with Looters, nor does deals with them. Every penny you make could turn into bullets aimed at civilized people."
Fang Chang took the Dawn Longbow off his back and fitted an arrow to the bowstring.
"So, the deal is off."