The Super Rich System

Picked The Wrong Opponent

Marvin opened his mobile banking app again, waiting for Daniel to tell him his bank account number.

This time, Daniel gave him the number. And without further ado, Marvin transferred the 5 million dollars.

“Check it. The money should have entered your account,” Marvin said, showing the transaction proof on his phone screen.

Daniel took out his phone and checked his account balance. His hands suddenly trembled as he saw the 5 million dollars that had just entered his account.

“This is… real?” he murmured.

“Yes, of course,” Marvin said, smiling. “You can use this money to buy new chairs and tables, and also to hire some waiters, marketing, etc. Manage it as you see fit.”

The slender woman, who had stopped sobbing, stood up and looked at Marvin and Daniel. She looked confused.

“Dad, what actually happened?" she asked.

"We... we just got 5 million dollars," Daniel answered, still couldn't believe the number he's staring at.

Cindy looked at Marvin curiously, suspiciously. "This guy… he's investing in our shop?” she asked.

“Sssh! Watch your words, Cindy,” Daniel reprimanded. “You must be polite to him. He is our savior. We won't be able to keep this shop alive if he didn't help us. And just now he invested his own money, 5 million dollars. With this amount of money, we surely can make this shop a better one!”

Cindy’s and Marvin’s eyes met. Cindy’s gaze was full of suspicion. Marvin didn’t mind it at all.

“Ah, Sir. We haven’t introduced ourselves. I am Daniel, the owner of this shop. And this is my daughter, Cindy. And you…?”

“Marvin. Just call me Marvin.”

Daniel and Marvin shook hands. Daniel looked genuinely happy, almost to the point of tears.

In short, they chatted for a while about the shop’s development plans in the coming days.

Daniel expressed his concerns about Baron and his men, but Marvin asked him to calm down. He assured Daniel that he would deal with them if they came back.

Marvin then helped Daniel and Cindy clean up the shop, removing the broken chairs and tables. Before leaving the shop, Marvin praised the texture of the noodles and the taste of the broth in the dish he had enjoyed earlier.

“I’m sure, in the next few days, this shop will be crowded,” he said.

Daniel – followed by Cindy – bowed respectfully to him as they escorted him out. Outside the shop, Marvin took a deep breath, looking up at the sky with his arms outstretched.

For some reason, he felt relieved to have helped people who were truly in need.

He wondered if the mysterious figure with the robotic voice had intentionally prompted him to do this good deed.

[Ding!]

[Mission accomplished.]

[Punishment canceled.]

[Reward will be given in 3 days.]

Marvin frowned. It felt strange to complete a mission but not receive the reward immediately. But what could he do? The terms were set from the beginning.

Besides, there was one thing that satisfied him: his physical abilities.

He had easily taken down Baron earlier, even though Baron was taller and bigger than him. Now, he felt so strong.

Smiling broadly, Marvin walked down the sidewalk. It was Sunday. He could spend the whole day there if he wanted to.

…

That evening, at a billiard hall near the Chinatown area…

A billiard game was in progress, with one person as the center of attention – a silk shirt, slicked-back hair, charismatic, a cigar in his mouth. Baron stood not far from the billiard table. His head was bowed, and his hands were clasped in front of him.

“So, that guy beat you up, and you couldn’t retaliate? And you failed to make that middle-aged man pay his debt to me?”

The question came from the man in the silk shirt who was playing. There was no raised tone, but everyone in the room felt an intense pressure.

“Y-yes, Boss. He attacked suddenly. I wasn’t prepared–”

Thud!

“Ugh!”

The man in the silk shirt, addressed as ‘Boss,’ slammed the butt end of his billiard cue into Baron’s stomach. It was so hard that Baron doubled over and fell to his knees.

“Keep an eye on that shop. If he shows up there again, inform me and prepare your men. Make sure he stays put until I arrive. Understand?” said the man in the silk shirt.

“U-understood, Boss,” Baron said, grinning through the pain.

The man in the silk shirt took aim to strike the white ball in front of him.

“I don’t know who he is, but he’s picked the wrong opponent,” the man said, grinning.

He then struck the white ball. The black ball, number three, was hit and glided swiftly, sinking smoothly into the corner pocket of the billiard table.

…