Rewards and Punishments

"This is a patrol." Black Eleven pointed at the highly-guarded yard. "White Mountain City has over seven hundred patrolmen in six teams. They take turns to patrol. They are not that great, but usually people do not want to cause trouble with them because they might end up on the wanted list of the mercenary union."

"Do Band of Brother and Storm mercenary groups have any connection with the patrol?" Anfey asked casually.

"I am not sure. We have run business here for decades, but still have no access to their top secrets." Black Eleven smiled. "Let’s hurry up. Staying here too long would look suspicious."

A middle-aged man rushed into the patrol station, crying and screaming. A few patrolmen at the door stopped him and violently threw him back out on the street.

"God…" the man screamed at the top of his lungs, sitting on the street. "Why can’t anyone carry out justice for me? Why? Bastards, you are all bastards."

"What happened?" Anfey asked.