Aron woke him with a splash of cold water over his face, his annoyance already overflowing.
"W-What do you want f-from me? I don't have anything to offer you," Kaiser stammered fearfully, his voice trembling.
Aron, who was already irritated to the max at Kaiser's pathetic attempt to play dumb, had no interest in wasting time. Went straight to the point.
"You've got a storage-space talent," Aron said coldly. "In exchange for your life, I want eighty percent of the supplies you've hoarded."
Kaiser's eyes widened in shock.
(How the hell does he know?!)
He immediately turned to glare at the girl beside him with hatred.
(This bitch… she sold me out!)
But the girl, equally stunned by Aron's casual reveal of the talent, saw the venom in Kaiser's gaze and knew exactly what he was thinking. She shook her head frantically, signaling that she hadn't said a word.
"Water bottles: 799,000. Clothes: 52,727. Cars. Rice. Noodles…"
