Chapter 14: Feeling Bloated
He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked down at the parts the kids had torn off.
The monster alarm device—built with rare alloys and specialized tech—was expensive, every single part of it worth a fortune.
Sold on the black market, even this much could fetch a decent sum.
But no matter how many times he told them, the kids had never managed to bring back the most important core component.
The truth was, that part was somewhere no one could reach just by sticking their hand through the bars.
The orphanage director, who’d never actually seen the device with his own eyes, had no clue.
He opened a drawer and pulled out an expensive lighter and a pack of strangely shaped cigarettes.
The lighter was a luxury product—bought with tax relief money meant for food and necessities for the children.
Grinning smugly as he toyed with what, in the monster era, had become a rare and obscene luxury, the orphanage director lit a cigarette stained with an odd hue.
Then, after a brief pause in the call, he dialed back the other orphanage director.
“Where were we? My head’s still spinning—I can’t remember a damn thing.”
[Hehehe, the brats not listening again, huh?]