Well, because he thought it was good sport. One day, I saw a child playing with a ruby the size of a tangerine. But in six months, we never met anybody who traded with him. But their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit. They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones. My friends and I were working for the local government. With respect Master Wayne, perhaps this is a man that *you* don't fully understand, either. And in their desperation, they turned to a man they didn't fully understand.Ĭriminals aren't complicated, Alfred. You squeezed them, you hammered them to the point of desperation. I knew the mob wouldn't go down without a fight, but this is different.
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