Imprisoned?

"All we're asking for is a simple adjustment," he said smoothly.

"A discount system. Something fair, something sustainable. If certain players affiliated with a specific group were to receive minor benefits—say, priority access to higher-grade equipment, training, or discounted goods—then I'm certain we can put this entire matter behind us."

Arthur blinked.

Wait. What?

He turned to Adam, his expression shifting from amusement to barely concealed horror.

Of course, it was a fake expression. He wanted to let Adam know that it was his own greed that will lead them to their demise.

Still, he knew exactly what Adam was doing.

He wasn't just asking for a mere discount.