"What do you mean 'only worth' seven hundred and ninety thousand? Do you know how much money that is? Do you know how many things you can buy with seven hundred and ninety thousand?" The hand formed from mycelium poked Yao Yu's head forcefully with dissatisfaction.
"If you want me to pay my debt with my life, I should be able to play a higher value! Instead of repaying the Federation Government in a meaningless way like those worthless people!" Yao Yu shouted.
"Wrong." Sun Hang shook his head. "First of all, those people aren't worthless; they're worth at least seven hundred and ninety thousand. Secondly, the deaths of cannon fodder aren't meaningless either. Many times, crucial information about unknown supernatural entities is exchanged for the lives of these cannon fodders... Lastly, I know you're a researcher with some abilities, but the problem is, can we trust you to redeem yourself in the way you claim is most valuable? Who knows if you'll cause another disaster?"
