C981 Thousands of Bounties

A line of guards, their faces obscured by black masks, meticulously checked each person seeking entry into the City of Sin, led by a figure donning a white mask.

"Halt, what's your money reward?" the man in the white mask demanded of a burly, intimidating man, his voice icy.

"Eight million is my money reward!" the burly man boasted with pride.

The man in the white mask let out a mocking laugh