Chapter 181

In the bedroom.

Jiang Cheng yawned and slowly woke up.

Last night, he changed into a uniform, successfully infiltrated Siji Huayuan Xiaoqu, and also found those two households.

The result needs no further explanation.

On the way back, he was even more careful; even when returning to his own neighborhood, he entered by scaling the wall.

And before making a move, he also tried to loot the other party's money.

After all, the money of those two came from illegitimate sources, so snatching it posed no pressure.

It was just a bit unexpected.

In Gao Songbai's family's safe, there was less than 200,000.

At first glance, it didn't match the other party's status.

But on closer thought, the other party might have spent all the ill‑gotten black money on cultivation, and as a Force Warrior, he could easily understand that.

Wan Yuliang's family's money was indeed substantial.

The two safes combined were close to 1.5 million!

If you also count the briefcase they brought, it's over 2 million! That means the cash he now has is already 2.8 million, and including gold and silver jewelry, definitely exceeds 3 million.

When he returned, while his family was still asleep, he put the money in a bag and hid it in a sofa in the living room; other bags contained important items, such as a Visualization Diagram, placed in the bedroom.

Doing so, on one hand because the money was too much—if Chen Sao and the others saw it, there would be no explanation; on the other hand, fearing a schemer might search his room, not fearing ten thousand, but fearing the "what if".

After doing all this, he silently sighed that if it were a mission, earning this much would require at least ten times.

That still assumes each mission is like the first.

But Bing Li had said that was arranged because he was a rookie; later, for such lucrative missions, from Ye Ying's performance at the time, one can see that earning 700,000 from a single mission was a huge sum for her.

And for the city, targeting those whose money comes from dirty sources, one could obtain two to three million in just one night.

The gap between them could not be said to be small.

But the risk involved is naturally also large.

If nothing unexpected happens, the incident at Po Luozi Alley will quickly spread throughout the Outer City District.

The Law Enforcement Bureau personnel need no further mention; they will naturally spare no effort to investigate, and if caught by them, the consequences are obvious.

At the same time, the Dawn Society side also needs to be vigilant.

This money definitely cannot be directly deposited into the Society's account; although that would be convenient—buying as many Spirit Nourishing Pills as desired, and Secret Martial Arts could be bought in abundance—but doing so would be like the old saying "no silver, three hundred taels", making it hard to avoid suspicion.

It can only be spent in the Black Market.

Jiang Cheng took out his phone, glanced at the calendar, and frowned.

There is about a week left until mid‑month.

"The time is a bit long."

He scratched his head.

Fortunately, he can use this week to take some Spirit Nourishing Pills and breakthrough to Level Three.

According to Shi Yan, after breaking through to Level Three, he can go; his father's tragedy was mainly due to bad luck.

The Black Market's location is not a secret to those holding a Bid Token, but without money, one cannot buy anything.

Thus many people resorted to crooked schemes, specifically robbing others near the Black Market entrance.

If one lacks confidence in one's own strength, they will choose to go in the afternoon, taking advantage of the crowd so the other side dares not act recklessly.

Going early is also fine; one can exchange some items with others, including Secret Martial Arts. Of course, the authenticity of such things is hard to judge, and even if deceived, the Black Market manager won't intervene.

When the time comes, the Auction will begin.

The so‑called Bid Token is actually just a price‑number tag.

Those who go to the Black Market all strongly approve this method.

Because if it were free trade, who knows whether the Secret Martial Arts sold are genuine? The money used to buy things might even be fake.

When the auction is held, everyone trusts that the Black Market provides real goods and dares not purchase with fake money; if one has something to sell, they can entrust it to them, and the Black Market, as organizer, makes money and is therefore eager to maintain reputation, even putting effort into security.

For example, the teleportation array. Centered on the Black Market, the ground within a 500‑meter radius is within the array's reach.

After completing a transaction, customers can use the teleportation array to transport themselves to any location as they wish.

In this situation, being blocked by someone is a very low‑probability event.

But it is not absolute.

After all, one who often walks by the river will inevitably get wet shoes; if unlucky and encountered, it depends on one's fate.

To be cautious, of course the stronger one is, the better to go.

Level Three might still be hesitant.

What about Level Six? Then one would have confidence.

If one is Ninth Level, one should be able to stride across the Black Market.

But the three million in hand is somewhat hot‑potato; if not spent, it remains just a pile of paper.

Jiang Cheng felt very conflicted.

On one hand, he wants to reach Level Three, then go immediately, buy large amounts of Spirit Nourishing Pills, and cultivate the Visualization Method to a Proficient level.

At that time, the cultivation speed would certainly be faster.

But on the other hand, he thought it better to secure a foothold; after all, it's fine if he doesn't encounter those people, but if he does, even with a gun, the outcome is hard to say. It would be better to spend more time refining the Broken Jade Technique to perfection, raising his strength to Level Five, and then also upgrading the newly acquired Seven Star Palm; then his actual power might reach Level Six, perhaps even Level Seven, making a trip to the Black Market much safer.

Moreover, after returning, he could go back to the Poor District to settle an old grudge.

A mere Level Two/Three Force Warrior, he could kill with one slap.

If that Gym Master is unreasonable, then a slap would do him in as well.

But doing so would require a not‑short amount of time.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

A knocking sound rose from outside the door.

"Xiao Cheng, are you up yet? Breakfast is ready."

From outside came Chen Sao's voice.

"Coming."

Jiang Cheng hid the money pouch in…

Let's eat first.

After breakfast, Jiang Cheng went to headquarters.

Just after stepping out of the elevator and walking, he heard murmurs of discussion around.

"Did you hear? The East City Law Enforcement Bureau lost many people last night."

"Heard it. Supposedly they were capturing a murderer, deployed over ten vehicles and thirty‑forty people, and the whole force was wiped out, hehehe."

"Those useless ones dying is fine; they never do any proper work and constantly oppress ordinary people."

Some gloat, some keep sneering, some remain indifferent; clearly they have no good feeling toward the Law Enforcement Bureau.

"How did they die?"

Someone actually didn't know, and, hearing that, asked curiously.

"They say they were shot dead; the killer's Gunmanship was superb, almost every shot was a headshot, and those people's bullet‑proof vests were useless."

"What does that mean? Was the killer a single person?"

"Seems so."

"Whoa, one person killed over thirty? And every shot a headshot? What kind of Gunmanship is that?"

"It feels that guy's Gunmanship rivals Cang Hai's."

Someone said something.

Just then Jiang Cheng walked over.

A few were stunned, then someone joked, "Cang Hai, about last night's incident, could it have been you?"

(End of chapter)