Chapter 808 Thirty Thousand Gleamstones
Chapter 308 Thirty Thousand Gleamstones
“Did Mr. Arlen ever <b>say </b>he wouldn’tpensate us? Theresa said calmly. “The way you’re putting it makes it sound like he’s trying to stiff us. How’s he supposed to hold his head up in front of his people after that?”
“Yeah, my bad. I’m sorry.” Quentin ducked his head under her re, taking the scolding withoutint.
Sage <b>remained </b>silent..
He looked at Theresa, eyes glinting behind his gold–rimmed sses. His gentle expression curved into an <b>even </b>warmer smile. “Ms. Hall, your people are right. Mine was out of line.”
He turned to the burly man beside him, his voice going cold. “Who gave you permission to speak? Take your punishment.”
Drew Hewitt, well over six feet <b>tall </b>and built like a tank, froze. His face was drained of color. Then, without a word, he pulled <b>a </b>knife from his belt, turned it toward his own left <b>hand </b>
Shhh!
Blood sttered.
Right in front of Theresa, he sliced off his own pinky finger.
Theresa was stunned by what was unfolding.
Quentin and Kyle flinched behind her, stunned into silence.
They <b>stared </b>at Sage in disbelief.
Holy crap!
Sage didn’t even blink. “Wrap that up. Next time, it’ll be worse.”
Drew, now missing a finger, bowed his head. “Yes, sir.”
He <b>said </b>nothing more and walked to the back of the group.
The rest of Sage’s crew didn’t even flinch. They didn’t spare Drew a single nce, like it was business as usual.
Theresa’s view of Sage’s people shifted instantly. They weren’t just ruthless. They were disciplined, brutal, and terrifying-
If this was how they treated their own, what they’d do to outsiders would be far worse.
There was no way a group like this could be allowed to stick around.
She needed to find a way to wear them down–here and now.
“Alright. No time to waste. I’ll start flying your people out. Theresa said evenly, sweeping her gaze across the group. “Women and children go first.”
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That was when she noticed something strange–almost no kids under 15. Not a single elderly person. Even
women were scarce.
Maybe 50 <b>total</b>, at most.
Sage nodded, still smiling. If that’s what you want, Ms. Hall, we’ll do it your way. Women first. <b>But </b>your chopper only fits two per trip, right?”
“I’ll fly as many trips as it takes,” Theresa replied firmly. “It’s my duty to get everyone out.”
Sage’s smile widened. “I was thinking all that flying back and forth’s a hassle. Why not stay here, Ms. Hall? <b>That </b>way, we <b>can </b>squeeze in one more person each time<b>,</b>”
“You <b>wish</b>.” Kyle snapped. “Theresa isn’t staying behind<b>.</b>”
Sage didn’t react. His tone stayed friendly, pleasant. “About thepensation–of course, we owe you, Ms. Hall
He gestured, and a thin man stepped forward.
“Bring out the gleamstones.
The man heaved <b>a </b>massive sack onto the ground and shed it open.
Gleamstones spilled out in a glittering cascade–an entire mountain of them.
There had to be at least ten thousand
This is just a deposit. Once you get all of us out, we’ll pay you two more bags. Save
That would be 30 thousand gleamstones.
“Deal! I’ll stay!” Theresa was instantly swayed by Sage’s generosity.
“Theresa, this ce- Kyle began, clearly <b>uneasy</b>. It was dangerous, and he knew it
“Mr. Arlen’s being so generous, Theresa cut in, turning to Sage with a grin. “But just me staying isn’t enough. I’ll throw in one more <b>seat</b>–if you toss in <b>half </b>a <b>bag </b>more gleamstones.
Sage agreed, “Fine.”
Half an hourter.
The helicopter lifted off.
Kyle was at the controls, flying out with four women.
He was the only one who could pilot the thing–otherwise, Theresa would’ve made <b>him </b>give up that seat, <ol start="100"><li>100. </li></ol>
She was determined to squeeze everyst gleamstone <b>out </b>of Sage.
She’d always known the man was loaded, but seeing it with her own eyes, now all she wanted was to bleed, him dry before <b>this </b><b>was </b><b>over</b>.
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Theresa was seriously running low on gleamstones.
As expected, she’d taken <b>Ansford </b>and raked in millions. But they were burning through them like crazy.
Half had already gone into Evoloid.
She was pushing hard to raise the alliance’s ability users across the board–and fast.
Now, every single ability user in the zing Sun Alliance was at least Level 3.
<b>And </b>it was only the second <b>year </b>of the apocalypse. The third hadn’t even started yet.
With everyone starting <b>at </b>Level 3<b>, </b>even the evolved zombies were struggling to keep up.
But the higher the level, the faster the burn rate–and the gleamstones were disappearing faster than ever.