After a brief discussion, several people confirmed the plan.
There were no delays in execution.
The robbers who came to ask for autographs temporarily took on the role of driver, and the group fell silent. Only the leader, sitting in the cockpit, would occasionally turn to glance at Chen Yi in the back.
He looked quite like a star-chasing fan.
The kind that stakes their life on it.
If caught, decades of imprisonment would be inevitable.
On Awesome Starfield,
there's no death penalty.
No matter the severity of the crime, only imprisonment exists—just locking you up without letting you die, a torture worse than death, even though the control costs are higher. But clearly, for some who like to cross the line, it's also more restrictive.
...
After dealing with this interlude, Chen Yi stopped talking and, with arms crossed, leaned back in the compartment, his eyelids drooping and face calm as he fell into a doze.
He still had half a day.