Chapter 20 (1/2)

“Hicks from America, this is Smith and Jamie.”

“My name is Kayamoto.”

“Cha Jun Sung.”

“I’m Park Jin Hyuk.”

Everyone left their helpers’ names and used their real names. At that, Cha Jun Sung also revealed his real name. It did not really matter because they were all foreign.

As it became Cha Jun Sung’s turn, Carlyle crossed his arms and looked at him. It was the first time that they were meeting. Why was he staring like that? Did he like men?

‘Gay?’

‘Looks like he’s examining the equipment.’

‘Wow! Has he put down all his courtesy? He’s left quite an intense first impression.’

He did not react to Park Jin Hyuk’s complaint. He could put up with this much and get past it. It would be laughable to start a fight over something like this.

Carlyle motioned a finger at Lloyd. It showed his personality. He was treating someone as old as his father like his dog.

He whispered something in Lloyd’s ear. It became the focus of everyone’s attention. He spoke so low that Cha Jun Sung could not hear it even with his developed sense of hearing from the body modification.

Lloyd’s expression became uncomfortable. He must have been demanding something strange.

“Mister Cha?”

“Do you have something to ask?”

“Excuse me, but is the equipment you’re using the best of Class E?”

Cha Jun Sung nodded. He did not hide it. It was something that they could find out if they looked at the points in the store. Once he answered, the questions became stark.

“How many functions are there in the vision aid on your helmet? Is that a space compression bag on your back? How were you able to gather points?”

Cha Jun Sung frowned. This was surpassing courtesy. The other Lifers who had been watching stopped treating it like someone else’s ordeal.

Equipment worth a few tens of thousands. They could not help but be curious. The space compression bag was especially the object of awe.

“Look here. What are you trying to do?”

“Just stay put.”

Park Jin Hyuk went at Lloyd in disbelief and glared at Carlyle. Cha Jun Sung spoke. He was just the messenger.

“What do you want to say? If he’s curious, tell him to ask himself.”

“Carlyle is expressing interest in Mr. Cha’s equipment. The market price for 1 point is $70, but he’ll give you $100.”

He said that he would pay the price in diamonds on the spot.

Park Jin Hyuk held his stomach in laughter. He was incredulous. The man is crazy. He is coming into a mission area to do what? Buy equipment? He could not understand.

“I will refuse.”

“If you will sell it, Carlyle will give you his equipment as well. Then there is no issue in going through with the mission. It’s a chance to make a lot of money.”

“No!”

Cha Jun Sung looked past Carlyle to reject.

It did not make sense to sell it in the first place – they were facing a 3000-point mission. In a situation where their lives were at stake, his equipment was invaluable.

“I’ll give you $200 for every 1 point.”

“No thank you.”

“A bag with $15 million. I’ll hand the whole thing over with my equipment. What do you think?”

“You brought useless diamonds in a situation where bullets and food are lacking? Did you acquire all of your equipment like this?”

Carlyle must have felt guilty because his expression became cold. The atmosphere was becoming dark because of a rude British man.

‘Let’s go with Plan B.’

‘Call!’

Cha Jun Sung sent him the signal. Park Jin Hyuk accepted his decision delightfully.

Plan A and B.

They did not hold great meanings. A was in the event that they liked the party, B was if they did not. Since they chose B, they were thinking of escaping.

“We will leave the party. Instead, we’ll block off the rear for you.”

“What does that mean?”

“Can you control Carlyle? A party is a team. If there is any one unit that cannot be controlled, it is worse than working alone.”

Carlyle did not understand the concept of a team. He would do everything in the way he pleased it seemed.

3 out of the 10 people in the party were under his influence. Including the one speaking for him, it was 4 people. He had control of 40% of the power.

“Um…..”

“We’ll move on our own somewhere nearby. Only call us when you need to.”

Though it had not worked out well, they were tied together because they had entered as a party. Separating would not be good for anyone. He meant that they would stay together but not ‘stay together’.

“Stop.”

Cha Jun Sung ignored the voice behind him and walked toward the forest.

“Drag him to back him.”

“Drag him?”

He stopped at the offensive tone. Henry and Martin approached him, walking past Lloyd who was laughing in defeat. They must really intend on dragging him back.