The pretty boy excitedly introduced him, "What is a gas station compared to this lawless place? Look around here and see, everyone's got a gun on their hip, and human life is the cheapest thing in town."
"Oh?" Yaen Chi raised his voice slightly, "Money's important."
"Exactly! It's all about money here, and it's not easy to find. There are illusions everywhere outside, and those backpackers never make it here. Either they lose their lives halfway or they're just plain stupid. Don't underestimate this desert—it's full of tricks, and without someone to guide you, you can't get in here."
Yaen Chi didn't make a sound. He surveyed his surroundings, not full of bright lights and neon signs—just flickering lamps. Walking beneath the lights, carrying a pick feels like you're grave robbing.
"There are plenty of places to play. I'm tired today, so I'll take you next time. But if you want to wander around on your own, that's fine too."
