Chapter 70 Chapter 70 – Sustainable Help
As Nick traveled through the Outer City, people kept avoiding him due to the hearse he was pulling.
A couple of minutes later, Nick arrived in front of Dark Dream's warehouse and entered through one of the big gates.
The sound of the rusty wheels echoed throughout the entire warehouse.
Just when Nick put the hearse down, the door to Wyntor's office opened.
It was barely five p.m., and Wyntor was still here.
When Wyntor saw the hearse with the leaking blood, he took a deep breath, but he didn't let Nick see it.
Even though Wyntor had been raised to become a ruthless businessman, seeing a small hill of corpses was still shocking to him.
Wyntor slowly walked over and stopped two meters away from the hearse as Nick stepped to the side.
"They are all members of the Riker Strikers?" Wyntor asked.
Nick nodded. "They were all staying in the headquarters, and they are all pretty muscular and big."
Wyntor absentmindedly nodded as he kept looking at the hill. "And you're sure Riker won't take revenge?"
"You were the one that assured me he wouldn't," Nick answered.
Wyntor took another deep breath.
"Right, sorry," he answered absentmindedly before looking away from the hearse.
"This is a good thing," Nick said, looking at Wyntor. "The Riker Strikers are a plague upon the Dregs."
"Nick," Wyntor said with a slightly annoyed tone. "Don't be disingenuous."
"We killed them for money. Nothing more and nothing less."
When Nick heard that, he narrowed his eyes. "Maybe that's true for you, but I genuinely care about the Dregs. If the Riker Strikers weren't such a massive nuisance, I would have never killed them."
"And then what?" Wyntor asked. "Yes, you wouldn't have killed anyone else, but that's only because not enough time has passed."
Nick wanted to protest, but he didn't interrupt Wyntor.
"You've searched for six weeks with no results, and you grew desperate. If the Riker Strikers didn't exist, you wouldn't have killed anyone."
"But what after another four weeks or another ten weeks?"
"When would you have become desperate and frustrated enough to kill people from another gang?" Wyntor asked.
"Wyntor, you're evaluating me with your standards," Nick answered. "I have killed people before, but only when it was necessary or when there was a good reason."
"I am richer than 95% of all people living in the Outer City, and I am well on my way as a Zephyx Extractor."
"Acting like I need to kill someone to survive while having this much wealth is something I can never accept," Nick explained.
"And yet, you just killed nine people," Wyntor countered.
"Because I finally have the power to make a difference," Nick answered with a dark voice. "I am finally rich and powerful enough to change the lives of others for the better."
"Wyntor, my goal is not to just become fat and rich but to improve the lives of the people around me," Nick argued.
"Since when?"
Nick furrowed his brows. "What do you mean since when?"
"Since when?" Wyntor repeated. "When we were on the search for the Dreamer, you told me that you just wanted to have a better life."
"You never said you wanted to improve the lives of the people around you."
Silence.
Surprisingly, Nick didn't immediately answer.
"Since when, huh?" Nick repeated as he looked up with furrowed brows.
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