"Refugees?!"
At the mention of the word, Ramsey's eyes lit up. Here, at the Bata Base, the word "refugees" implied wealth and status!
After all, if you captured enough refugees, you could propose a promotion to your superiors!
Once you got promoted, your power increased. Similarly, with more power, came more money. In these war-torn times, nothing but money was truly important.
With money, you could hire soldiers to protect you. With money, you could choose to go abroad, leaving this place filled with the smoke of war.
To Ramsey, refugees meant money, and also meant women! After all, with money, he could live a lavish life or find a woman to serve him every day.
"One... two... three... twenty-one people!"
After counting, Ramsey's face was filled with excitement. Twenty-one people! That equaled forty-two grams of gold!
Subtracting thirty percent for the superiors and subordinates, about twenty-nine grams were his!
