After all these days of traveling, Su Mo had grown accustomed to the slaughter. He tossed away the cow-head mask in his hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Look at these people's weapons and gear; take whatever you can use."
He then pointed to the tall cardboard boxes beside him: "These contain the debts released by the Red Blade Association. You can arrange for someone to collect them. I don't ask for much, just a fifty-fifty split of the money you recover."
"Oh, and when collecting debts, handle those deadbeat hooligans however you see fit. Don't hold back."
"But for those who were trapped or had no choice but to borrow money to survive, give them time to repay slowly. If they really can't pay, let it go. We don't need that money."
No one who hangs around the frontier is a good person, Haywood isn't a good person, and he doesn't think Su Mo is one either.
