After Donti, Hassan, and the others left, Rye, who had stopped in the distance, heaved a sigh of relief. The transaction this time was way too important to him.
Donti was right just now. He really did put together everything he had in order to purchase those goods. He even needed to sell off a small gold bar he treasured to raise the money.
The last gold bar on a bandit was hidden in his waistband. When the bandit’s life was threatened, this gold bar would act as his lifeline.
Of course, only the more successful bandits could afford to keep a gold bar hidden in their waistbands.
This small gold bar weighed about 50 grams and was passed down from his grandfather’s generation. Rye had inherited it from his father, but he did not expect it would be gone in his generation.
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