"Why are there so many left?"
In the workshop that produced the Laughter Potion, the ruler of the entire factory, Sonaron, grabbed the remaining Laughter Pills in the wooden box.
The day before yesterday was the day that Black Shell City distributed the Laughter Pills to the citizens.
Based on past experiences, the Laughter Pills in the workshop would be quickly snatched up. Even if there was a surplus, it would be exploited by the person in charge of distributing the pills.
In the end, Sonaron would get the result that 'the Laughter Pills have been distributed'.
Now, a whole wooden box of Laughter Pills was placed in front of Sonaron, and there were at least tens of thousands of them.
The population of this city was only a little more than 150,000, and there were still tens of thousands of Laughter Pills left?
This was too abnormal.
"My Lord, I don't know what's going on either."
A man who was as fat as a ball kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
"How many Laughter Pills did you and your men take away?"
Sonaron raised his head and sized up the man and his men behind him.
The Laughter Pill was the real hard currency of this city, far stronger than the Eagle Claw Coin and the like.
After so many years, everyone in this city had been infected with the Laughter Pill addiction, so many people were at the point where they could skip meals, but they had to have Laughter Pills.
Therefore, these humans in charge of distributing Laughter Pills could live comfortably in this city just by grabbing a handful with their hands.
"How … How would I dare, my Lord?" The man's expression was very aggrieved.
"Don't try to deal with me with lies! Human! "
Sonaron's expression became extremely cold, and his left hand turned into a gray tentacle that suddenly wrapped around the man's neck.
A feeling of suffocation engulfed the man, and his face turned red.
"I … I've stolen them before! My Lord! I've stolen a lot! But … this time … I really didn't take a single one! "
The man shouted in a painful voice. The tentacle wrapped around his neck quickly disappeared, and he sat on the ground, gasping for breath.
Sonaron knew that his men were a bunch of cowards who couldn't stand up to interrogation. With such a big box of Laughter Pills here, this man could take it all for himself if he wanted. There was no need to bring it back.
But the most important question was …
"Did you eat all the Laughter Pills you stole before?" Sonaron asked.
"I ate some of them, and sold the rest to the peasants and pharmacists at a high price …"
The man didn't dare to lie anymore, immediately kneeling on the ground and revealing his wealth.
"Then why didn't you steal more this time?" Sonaron asked.
Although he had stipulated that these distributors were not allowed to steal the Laughter Pills next year, creatures like humans were not creatures that could be restrained by rules.
Sonaron would only punish him when he encountered such situations. He would turn a blind eye to other situations.
The Laughter Pills had huge benefits in this city, and this greedy human had no reason to give up on the benefits in his hands.
"Because … because … the Laughter Pill is worthless now." The man gritted his teeth and said something that might anger Sonaron.
"Worthless? Impossible … The humans in this city can't survive without this thing. "
Sonaron grabbed the pink pill in his hand. The color reminded one of tender flesh.
This small pill was the 'hope' that supported the people of Black Shell City to live on.
"It's true, Lord Sonaron." After saying that, he closed his mouth again. He was thinking about whether saying what he was going to say would help him survive, or keeping silent would help him survive.
"Say it … and I promise I won't kill you," Sonaron said.
"Three … Three days ago, I went to sell the Laughter Pill. Although it was diluted by a pharmacist, no one bought it." The man's voice sounded very aggrieved, like the face of a businessman who had gone bankrupt.
"I was just wondering why. My customers aren't poor peasants. They're all gangs that occupy a lot of territory, but the gangs in this city aren't interested in Laughter Pills." The more the man spoke, the more aggrieved he became. "At first, I thought that some of them had quit the Laughter Pill, but it's not normal for so many people in the city to quit."
"Then? Did you find the reason? "
Sonaron immediately asked. The Laughter Pill was the cornerstone of this city, and if the people were no longer interested in the Laughter Pill, they would not be able to afford it.
If the people lost interest in the Laughter Pill, their rule over the city would collapse.
"I asked a gang member, and he told us that there's a drug called Little Tyrant that's much better than the Laughter Pill," the man said under great pressure. He might be killed by Sonaron.
"Little Tyrant?" Sonaron repeated the unfamiliar word. "You must have that thing, right?"
The man fell into a state of hesitation when asked. It was obvious that he knew that Little Tyrant was a valuable hard currency to him.
Greedy humans would always think of ways to protect their own interests.
The tentacles extended from Sonaron's body again, grabbed the man's limbs, and turned him upside down. After several rough shakes, five protocrystals slipped out of the man's pocket.
"If you lie to me again, your head will stay here. I'll ask you again, do you have more of these protocrystals?"
Sonaron controlled his tentacles to put the man back on the ground and interrogated him again.
In the end, the man's fear won over his greed. He quickly opened the sewn pockets on his body and placed a large bag of Little Tyrant protocrystals on the long table.
"Sir, I really don't have any more," the man said in a trembling voice.
"Where did these come from?"
When Sonaron saw the large pile of raw crystals on the table, he remembered that his third sister had brought people to destroy a gang that made contraband some time ago.
However, not only did the operation fail to destroy the contraband completely, it had also spread throughout the city.
This was bad news.
"I … I bought it from a member of the Sewing Gang," the man said immediately. "They … they also have a product called the Arcade Machine. It seems to work better."
"Sewing Gang, take your men and disappear from my sight."
After Sonaron gave the order, the man immediately rolled out of Sonaron's room.
He reached out and picked up one of the Origin Crystals on the table. However, the moment he touched it … the burning sensation from the Power of Faith in the Origin Crystal made him release his fingers abruptly.
"It's not mana … What the hell is this thing?" Sonaron resisted the burning sensation on his fingertips and picked up the raw crystal to study it.
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