Forty-one, open the door!

"We'll make a trade, then."

After Gerard uttered these words, the warehouse was plunged into a moment of silence, even Bai Wei's mind fell quiet.

Ju blinked her eyes at Gerard, Unnerving him with her gaze until he was compelled to break the silence: "Any problems?"

And he received two responses at the same time.

"What do you think?" came Bai Wei's retort.

"You're a wanted criminal," Ju's reply was more blunt, "Do wanted criminals still make trades?"

Gerard massaged his temples, finding himself at a loss for words as the situation was indeed complicated. He attempted to explain: "I've run into some trouble, but..."

"You've been wronged?"

"...How did you know?"

Ju, with head bowed, slow-scuffed the dirty tip of her shoe on the ground: "I've met some, the... families of my dad's comrades? When they were accused of being Rebels, they all claimed they were innocent."

"...Is that so?"