Half an hour later.
Under the escort of staff from the 749th Bureau, the unconscious Moloka was taken into the police car.
"So... are we just being robbed?"
He Bo touched his empty pockets, never having regretted his habit of carrying cash around so much before.
Clearly, we've entered the era of electronic payments, yet he stubbornly preferred cash.
To be honest, He Bo was beginning to suspect whether that Fire God was deliberately targeting him, otherwise how did it find the pocket where he hid his cash so quickly?
"Isn't it just two thousand bucks? I'll reimburse you when we get back!"
With a nonchalant pat on He Bo's shoulder, Yazi wore an expression that reeked of generosity with someone else's money.
"Reimburse?"
"That's only if it can be reimbursed!"
"How should I fill out the reimbursement reason?"
"Redeemed the Bureau's most wanted criminal from a Fire God?"
"And that most wanted criminal was valued so cheaply at just two thousand bucks?"
