The bandits who had just arrived were confused.
They saw Kay and the others happily digging for silt in the river and making clay bricks with it. After that, they would trade the bricks for bullets. For every ten clay bricks, they could only get one bullet. Even at the sight of this, they did not really find it strange.
But the moment Kay, Benneth, and the others received their bullets, the newly arrived bandits wondered what the fuck was with the happy smiles on their faces.
Weren’t y’all supposed to be bandit leaders?
Why were you so happy to receive one bullet?!
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