Chapter 163: All Preparations Complete

Watching Jiang Cheng take the money from the safe stack by stack, Zhang Hong's heart was dripping blood.

That was all her money!

It was all her money!

To earn this money, how much effort had she put in? How great a risk had she taken? Every night before sleep, she would take out the money, count it, and then put it back.

At that moment, she felt immense satisfaction.

This is also why she didn't move in with her son and daughter-in-law; after going there, that money might not necessarily remain hers.

Moreover, it would be impossible to count the money whenever she wanted, as she does now, without worrying about being disturbed.

But now, it's gone, all gone!

Her eyes filled with venomous hatred, she stared fixedly at Jiang Cheng, finally settling on the handgun in his right hand.

In her mind, a bold idea arose.

If she lunged forward, snatched the gun, and shot him dead with a few rounds, wouldn't everything be over? But the next second, a glance from Jiang Cheng terrified her out of her wits.

Her intuition told her that this person had definitely killed before!

Taking out six stacks of thousand-yuan bills from the safe, Jiang Cheng felt a headache—what should he use to carry it? This amount of money could of course be carried on his person.

But the other safe held over 200,000 in hundred-yuan bills, plus some tens, taking up too much space.

It was still broad daylight; if he walked out carrying a bag, he'd easily be seen, and if he took it home, people could trace it back to him—disaster.

Leave the over 200,000 behind?

Even a mosquito leg is meat, let alone this isn't just a mosquito leg.

At that moment, Zhang Hong's voice rang out: 'Hero, I've given you all my money; can you put the gun away now? You said that once you took the money, you'd let me go.'

While saying that, she inwardly wished that as soon as Jiang Cheng left, she could call her son.

Jiang Cheng temporarily wasn't thinking about how to carry the money away; instead, he looked at her and asked, 'How do I know you don't have a third safe?'

'Really none left.'

Zhang Hong was getting anxious.

'Hero, if you don't believe me, I can swear that if I still have a third safe, may I die a bad death—now you'll believe me, right?'

Jiang Cheng thought it over.

He felt she wasn't lying, but if he could break her leg or arm, he could surely make her tell the truth.

But there might be people upstairs and downstairs; if she let out a scream and drew attention, it would be troublesome.

Moreover, this haul wasn't bad; quitting while ahead would also be fine.

Thus, he nodded.

Zhang Hong felt relieved.

'Hero, hurry up and put the gun away, take the money and leave—this money is all yours.'

'After I leave, you won't inform others to catch me, will you?'

'No, no.'

Zhang Hong shook her head like a rattle drum, her face full of fawning smiles.

'That's strange.'

Jiang Cheng wondered, 'I've taken so much of your money, yet you're not angry at all? You won't inform others to catch me?'

……

Zhang Hong froze.

She couldn't answer Jiang Cheng's question.

She couldn't say, 'Yes, as soon as you leave I'll call others,' could she? 'I still believe only the dead can keep secrets.'

Just as she finished speaking.

Zhang Hong felt a strong sense of danger.

She exerted all her strength to cry out for help.

But Jiang Cheng was faster; he grabbed her head with both hands, preventing her from making a sound, and at the same time twisted hard to the left. Zhang Hong panicked, straining desperately to twist to the right.

But just then, Jiang Cheng suddenly changed direction, also twisting to the right with even greater force.

These two forces combined.

'Crack!'

Zhang Hong's neck broke, her head lolling to one side, her eyes filled with panic.

Jiang Cheng threw the corpse to the ground and gave a cold laugh.

To prevent any mishap, he couldn't be bothered to reveal his identity to her.

Moreover, strictly speaking, this person wasn't the true mastermind behind the scenes.

What he really wanted to kill were the people from the club.

But that Maiken Club is definitely not simple; with his current strength as a first-level Force Warrior, going there would be suicide.

Fortunately, his current goal is merely to eliminate these few people and remove short-term risks.

As for the long term, he can only wait until his strength grows stronger.

Not only is he fulfilling his promise to the poor people who sold themselves for this money, but he's also thinking of his own family.

Zhang Hong and the others are dead, but who knows if another batch won't appear doing the same thing? If the behind-the-scenes black hand isn't removed, such incidents will only continue day after day.

Jiang Cheng found a handbag, put the money from both safes inside, then searched several rooms and found a lot of gold and silver jewelry.

He also put them in, worth several ten thousand.

The next problem was how to bring these things back.

Jiang Cheng stuffed the bag into his clothes, zipped it up, and his body instantly bulked out; looking it over, he felt it was fine, though it would be best not to exit the residential compound's gate, where there are surveillance cameras.

Fortunately, the fence of this residential area isn't tall—under two meters—so anyone with decent physical fitness can easily climb over it.

Moreover, his constitution is already half a step stronger than an ordinary person's, making it even easier.

The only worries are whether the bag will fall out during the climb and whether anyone will see him.

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and felt these were minor issues.

The hardest part is how to spend this money; Bing Li knows he has no cash.

The last mission still left him with a ten‑thousand loan.

The money earned from missions is also sitting in his account.

Even though he practiced Gunmanship with his mentor yesterday and earned a bit of income, it wasn't much.

Yet the bag contains seven or eight hundred thousand; if he deposited it all into the account, even a fool would see the problem.

Add Zhang Hong's death, and he can only hide it for a few days before the news reaches Dawn Society's ears, where the observant will easily suspect him.

"This money that can't be spent is also a kind of trouble."

Jiang Cheng shook his head.

Even if he transfers the money in small increments, anyone later investigating would still easily suspect him.

It's best not to use this money within the Society.

But if not inside the Society, where else can he spend it?

Leaving it at home to buy Cultivation Resources won't convert it into personal power.

At that moment, two words sprang to mind.

Black Market!

Right, the Black Market doesn't care about the source of the money; as long as it's real cash, gold and silver jewelry can be exchanged for money.

Moreover, in the Black Market everyone hides their identity, and even without this cash he had planned to buy something there as a hidden trump card.

Now that he has the money, he can enter at any time! Only Shi Yan's warning still echoes in his ears.

Before reaching Level Three, it's best not to go into the Black Market.

(End of chapter)