Produce Ban!

Barter observed Scissors, trying to figure out who he was.

No doubt, Barter knew that Scissors was from the rival faction, but under whose command exactly?

From the way, Scissors was dressed, and the care and the well-thought-out way he had captured Barter, Barter started to think that Scissors was one of the mercenaries that Greg Chase had hired.

Did Greg Chase still have enough money to maintain those mercenaries? Everyone knew that they were costly. Greg had been out of business for a long time, enough to make him consider doing away with the mercenaries if he was not courting bankruptcy.

"Here," Scissors said and tossed a pair of handcuffs at Barter while he watched Barter step out of the car.

Barter took the handcuffs and put them on, all the while, glaring at Scissors closely.

"Who are you? Who sent you?" Barter asked.

"Get inside the car, don't ask me no shit," Scissors replied.

"What about my car? Are you just going to leave it there with my gun in the pigeonhole?" Bart