Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Jacob smiled and straightened his suit cuffs. "You've all worked hard today, so I won't keep you any longer. You can go home after you've paid your management fees."

"Management fee?" Han Che was taken aback. What management fee?

Reis slapped his forehead. "Damn it, is this what the management fee is? It's really money being paid to the Hafk Group? I thought it was money being paid to some Assara rebels!"

Jacob wasn't annoyed by this. He smiled slightly and said, "That's right. I've already said that Hafk and Asara are one family. Your contributions will make the Hafk Group even stronger."

Reis and Said exchanged glances, confirming each other's stance, before going one after the other to Jacob and paying through the system.

Han Che clearly saw fear in their expressions.

Han Che couldn't be sure whether the two had suddenly become so obedient because they truly accepted the Hafk Group or were simply afraid of being killed.

Demulan had no objections whatsoever; he simply paid the money, turned around, and left with the Hafk soldiers.

"Huh? What are you two standing there for? What about the management fees for Tide Prison?" Jacob looked at Han Che and Qi Yuzhe.

Han Che racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what kind of money this was. "What management fee?"

Jacob was taken aback by these words. "You didn't know? Your Tide Prison has to pay a management fee of 3000 million Haff coins every quarter."

"Actually, this is equivalent to the targets set by the Hafk Group for everyone. You all need to produce some KPIs for your work."

"And the system should have automatically notified us after activation, didn't it?"

Han Che shook his head blankly, then suddenly remembered something, as if he had a vague impression of it. He nodded, then shook his head again.

Jacob looked at the warden and sighed helplessly. "Gheros, our company isn't having an easy time either. We put you in charge of managing and guarding the various maps, isn't that also to make money?"

"In such a long time, you get 50 Haff coins for each kill. As long as you keep killing players, it's easy to make money. There aren't many places on the map where you can spend money, so saving up 3000 million shouldn't be a problem." Jacob's tone sounded somewhat earnest at this moment.

Han Che seemed to recall something like that, but he had completely forgotten about it...

After all, the balance in his prison account was so meager that he couldn't even save enough to pay management fees, let alone upgrade his brothers' equipment.

He saves every penny he can to cover the costs of his brothers' resurrection.

"Are prison supplies okay?" Han Che asked, as he had quite a bit of money.

"Those are assets that the Hafk Group distributed to various maps to attract players. What's the use of bringing them back to the group?" Jacob said with a wry smile.

Seeing Han Che's expression, Jacob sighed, "Fine, fine, just take as many as you have. Consider the rest as compensation for what this guy gave you." As he spoke, Jacob kicked Anderson, who was already on the verge of death, with his toe.

Han Che glanced at Anderson, and finally nodded. He hadn't been fighting in the prison for a long time, but Shi Ding and his group had killed quite a few players, while casualties within the prison hadn't been high. Therefore, the prison account actually held a considerable amount of money, totaling 1600 million Haf coins.

But this money isn't enough to squander.

Han Che thought for a moment, wondering how much would be appropriate.

"Stop scheming. I can see your balance, 1600 million. Hand it over." Jacob stretched out one hand.

Han Che frowned, his eyes filled with resistance.

Jacob raised an eyebrow. "What use is this money to you? To buy equipment for the soldiers? You won't need that much, will you? I'll leave you 100 million, okay?"

Han Che hesitated for a moment, "200 million, leave me 200 million."

Jacob shook his head helplessly, yet with a hint of indulgence, "Alright, alright, 2 million it is. Don't do this again next time. So you've paid 14 million. For the remaining debt, bring me a few Lost players to settle the debt. Each Lost player is worth 1 million."

Han Che hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

"Alright, that's settled then. Go on," Jacob waved his hand and said to the Hafk soldiers beside him. "Take them back."

"Yes, sir!" the soldier replied, then said to Han Che, "Warden, Raven, this way please."

Jacob watched the two leave, then slowly walked to the side, squatted down to pick up the small silver bottle, and walked slowly to Anderson, squatting down to place it on his face.

Press the bottle/can...

A hissing sound seeped down his cheek, but Anderson didn't react at all.

"Dead?" Jacob frowned. "What a piece of trash."

After saying that, he pointed his finger, and a moment later Anderson suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath. He was breathing so hard that he coughed violently again.

Jacob tossed the spray bottle to Anderson, who caught it with both hands and immediately inhaled it.

It took him a while to recover, and his expression was no longer as arrogant as when he faced the other map bosses; instead, it was filled with fear.

"Useless! You have level five privileges, and you still managed to get yourself into this mess?" Jacob cursed.

Anderson dared not refute, and he hurriedly adjusted his posture, turning from slumped on the ground to kneeling up.

"I'm sorry, sir... I underestimated you!" Anderson knelt on the ground, his forehead hitting the ground.

The two didn't seem to have the superior-subordinate relationship they displayed in the meeting room at all; they seemed more like a servant and master.

Jacob snorted coldly, "That warden, his system seems to have some problems."

Anderson was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Is there something wrong with the system?"

Jacob, with his back to Anderson, looked at the Golden Tree, which had been restored to its original state. "It's normal that you didn't notice. When I checked his system, although it was generally fine, I found a few garbled characters in some details."

Anderson listened in surprise, but dared not ask any more questions. He knew very well what a system was, but he had never seen anyone's system display garbled characters.

Because people who encounter garbled text usually have their brains already fried.

"But he just didn't reach level four... Could it be related to this loophole?" Jacob muttered to himself.

Anderson, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, pounded the ground. "It's my fault for being incompetent..."

"Save it!" Jacob said impatiently. "Weren't you having a lot of fun just now? You're not doing anything important, just messing around."

Anderson's forehead was covered in cold sweat. "Yes! This warden made me lose face in the Bald Eagle Association. I really couldn't swallow this insult. That's why I had this opportunity today..."

Jacob waved his hand. "Alright, alright, I promised to let you get revenge. Are you satisfied now?"

"Satisfied! Satisfied! It's an honor for me to serve you, sir, despite all the misfortune!" Anderson exclaimed excitedly.

"You should go back too. I'm closing down here soon. You're still an outsider, and you'll get lost if you don't leave," Jacob said.

"Yes, then I'll take my leave!"

Anderson followed Hafk's soldiers out of the top floor of the Tower of Babel.

Jacob walked to the window, looked down at the view below, and muttered to himself, "Finally, we can begin..."