The Super Rich System

Baron, Count It!

“Don’t listen to him, Boss! He’s trying to trick us. This is just another scheme—he must have some evil plan up his sleeve,” Baron said, cocking his pistol and aiming it straight at Marvin. “Right, asshole?”

Marvin shot Baron a cold, piercing glare. “I’m not talking to you. You’d better shut your mouth before I lose my patience. You wouldn’t want me to break every bone in your arms and legs, would you?”

“You!”

Baron remembered how he had found Marvin beating his men just moments before. He had pulled his gun then and had the perfect chance to shoot, but the second Marvin looked at him, his entire body had gone rigid.

There was something unnatural about Marvin. Every instinct in Baron’s mind screamed that if Marvin decided to attack, he would be dead before he could even pull the trigger.

“Put the gun down, Baron. Stay out of this,” Walter ordered sharply.

With a look of pure frustration, Baron lowered his weapon. He and Marvin stared each other down for another second before Marvin shifted his full attention back to Walter.

“So you really plan to pay the debt in cash, just like you boasted last night?” Walter mocked.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing. Now take your money and our business is finished,” Marvin replied without hesitation.

Just like the night before, Marvin stood his ground and challenged Walter without a trace of fear. It infuriated Walter, yet at the same time he found himself strangely drawn to this bold, unyielding attitude.

“Very well then. I’ll open this bag. Let’s see if it’s actually filled with thirty million in cash as you claim… or just a pile of dirty rags,” Walter said, still wearing his mocking smile.

He picked up the bag and lifted it, testing its weight while keeping that same sneering expression on his face.

But the moment he unzipped the top of the bag, his smile vanished instantly. Baron’s eyes went wide in shock at what he saw.

“Is this… is this real money?”

Walter reached in and pulled out a thick stack of bills, inspecting them closely. He tossed it aside, grabbed another, and checked it again. He repeated this several times, his expression growing more serious with each one.

“What’s wrong, Boss? It’s fake, right? It has to be fake,” Baron insisted.

Walter didn’t answer. Instead, he tilted the bag upside down, letting all the stacks of cash spill out across the floor.

Marvin stood completely still, watching Walter’s movements with cold detachment.

Every single bill was genuine. Even he had been surprised when it first appeared.

Out of curiosity, he had asked the system if it was possible to convert the thirty million dollars from his bank account into physical cash.

And just like that, the bag filled with neatly stacked bills had materialized right in front of him.

Earlier, the full one hundred and thirty million dollars had entered his account after he requested to receive his reward ahead of schedule.

But there was a price to pay: for the next several hours, his body felt burning hot, and his heart beat at a rapid, pounding pace.

Right now, he was in what the system called “Hell Mode.” Physically, he was stronger, more dangerous, and far more destructive. But if he lost control, he would collapse unconscious.

And passing out while deep inside the Black Skull’s base would be nothing short of a disaster.

“That is thirty million dollars. You can count it if you want. Now the debt is paid. And according to our agreement, neither you nor your men are ever to set foot in my shop again. I expect you to keep your word, Walter,” Marvin stated clearly.

Walter stared back at him, his face showing clear displeasure.

“Baron, count it!” he commanded.

“On it, Boss,” Baron replied, immediately ordering several of his men to step forward. They knelt down, gathering the stacks of cash and counting as they went.

“If the total falls even one dollar short, I’ll consider this debt unpaid,” Walter warned, glaring at Marvin.

Marvin said nothing. He remained motionless, observing the gang members work.

When the last stack was placed back into the bag and the count was finished, Baron’s expression turned grim.

“Baron, what’s the total?” Walter asked.

“It adds up exactly… to thirty million, Boss,” Baron reported reluctantly.

Walter’s face hardened as well. He looked at Marvin in disbelief.

“Don’t tell me you’re already thinking of breaking your promise,” Marvin said coldly.

Walter let out a sharp breath. He glanced at his men lying on the floor, groaning in pain. This… this felt like nothing less than a public humiliation.

Click.

Suddenly, Walter drew a pistol he had hidden behind his back and aimed it directly at Marvin.

Baron followed suit, and all the other gang members raised their weapons too.

“I have to admit, Marvin, you’ve got nerves of steel,” Walter said. “But you made a big mistake if you think you can make a fool out of me here, in the Black Skull’s base. You need to learn your place, boy.”

Marvin gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly. His head began to feel heavy, his heart racing faster and his body temperature climbing higher by the second.

‘Damn it! What was the point of bringing all this money if it still ends like this?’ he cursed inwardly.

At that exact moment, the familiar mechanical voice sounded in his mind:

[NEW MISSION DETECTED]

[Objective: Subdue the leader of the Black Skull and make him submit to you.]

[Reward: 300 million dollars.]

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