Jiang Shan, sitting on the sofa, felt a surge of satisfaction looking at the over 670 million on his phone.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng and Wang Xiaoqiang, sitting on another sofa, had ashen faces, their expressions worse than if their parents had died. Both were silent, deep in thought.
One was agonizing over his money.
The other was contemplating how to place Jiang Shan.
The one agonizing over money was naturally Ye Feng, while Wang Xiaoqiang genuinely had no idea what position to assign Jiang Shan.
“His own confidant?”
Wang Xiaoqiang knew clearly that even with mutual benefits tied together, Jiang Shan could never be fully trusted. Moreover, even Ye Feng and he only had a cooperative relationship.
To subdue Jiang Shan?
Absolutely impossible.
“A Club member?”
This was the only arrangement Wang Xiaoqiang could consider, as Jiang Shan had requested to join in the first place. However, he still felt a deep sense of threat.
The main reason was that Wang Xiaoqiang didn't quite believe that Jiang Shan, who controlled two such terrifying Fierce Ghosts, only cared about money.
Did Ghost Controllers lack money? Wang Xiaoqiang asked himself.
Which Ghost Controller in his Club didn't own luxury cars? They spent money like flowing water; they simply didn't care about it.
After all, they only had a few months left to live; they couldn't take any amount of money with them when they died.
But Wang Xiaoqiang didn't know that Jiang Shan's original intention for joining his Club was indeed for money.
Having money and Gold could save Jiang Shan a lot of worry, at least regarding containers to imprison Fierce Ghosts.
Sensing the unusually cold atmosphere in the Club, Jiang Shan naturally knew the reason, but he acted as if nothing was wrong and asked Wang Xiaoqiang:
“Manager Wang, what do I need to do at the Club? What time can I go back in the evening?”
“Usually, the Club handles commissions from bosses and some bounties, but Club members can handle those tasks. You can just stay here at the Club normally. If there are missions they cannot handle, I will look for you then.”
Wang Xiaoqiang paused for a moment, then added, “You can stay as long as you wish.”
In reality, Wang Xiaoqiang had requirements regarding how long members stayed at the Club, even setting minimum tasks they had to complete monthly.
After all, his Club was not a charity; how could he have put in so much effort just to support these Ghost Controllers for free?
Letting them earn money was just a secondary benefit. His initial intention for establishing the Xiaoqiang Club was to develop it to the level of the Supernatural Forum.
Planning for an entire city, or even the entire nation, was Wang Xiaoqiang's true ambition.
Unfortunately, although Wang Xiaoqiang had great ambition and dared to think and act, his management of Ghost Controllers—these "desperados" who generally didn't live past four months—
was undoubtedly a failure.
Short-sightedness was his biggest flaw!
Jiang Shan nodded, indicating he understood, then turned his gaze to Ye Feng and asked:
“Ye Feng, where did you buy that Gold Desert Eagle you have? It looks really cool; I want to buy some custom guns like that too.”
During the earlier "business discussion," Jiang Shan had noticed the gun on Ye Feng inside the Ghost Domain.
He was overjoyed, as he had been worrying about how to acquire Gold and these special weapons.
Ye Feng, singled out by Jiang Shan, looked extremely reluctant but still answered:
“I’ll give you an address; go check it out yourself.”
“Fine.”
Jiang Shan took the golden business card handed to him by Ye Feng and looked down at the address:
“Shangtong Building.”
If he remembered correctly, in the Original Work, it was the Ghost Controller hunters in this very building who accepted Wang Xiaoqiang's mission to assassinate Yang Jian, only to be wiped out by Yang Jian.
“On the top floor, there are three boxes in a certain room—three boxes containing the Corpses of Ghost Controllers,” Jiang Shan thought.
Jiang Shan had planned to "clean up" this location from the start, but he hadn't expected that Ye Feng and the others bought their weapons for dealing with Ghost Controllers here as well. It seemed like fate.
Not only for the Gold and Special Weapons, but also for those three ghosts, because next, Jiang Shan needed to make a deal with the Ghost Cabinet.
Jiang Shan would feel no guilt even if he killed every member of the foreign organization.
“I’m leaving now, Manager Wang.”
Jiang Shan didn't care how ugly Wang Xiaoqiang’s expression was; he waved goodbye and left the Club.
After parking his car downstairs in the residential area, Jiang Shan couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the dilapidated neighborhood before him.
“Time to change houses. There’s only one table and one bed at home; even a thief would leave two hundred yuan behind before robbing the place.”
Because the original owner was an orphan, the state provided Jiang Shan with free housing, and the country even offered some assistance for his living and studies.
Jiang Shan always felt an inexpressible sense of belonging towards such a country.
The neighborhood was very run-down, with the buildings reflecting the architectural style of the 1960s or 70s.
There were barely a few streetlights in the entire complex. Under the dim light, Jiang Shan, having reached the bottom of the stairs, noticed several thugs standing near the Entrance.
One of the thugs, with dyed yellow hair, seemed to spot Jiang Shan. He patted his companions and pointed toward Jiang Shan’s location with his head.
The group understood immediately and walked toward Jiang Shan.
“Brother, just got out of school, right? I just got out too. I don’t have money for dinner tonight, can you lend me some cash?” the yellow-haired thug said.
He then added:
“Don’t worry, brother, I’ll pay you back double when I have money. I’m not asking for much, just five hundred yuan.”
Suddenly, the yellow-haired thug narrowed his eyes. He noticed that the clothes Jiang Shan was wearing seemed to be from some luxury brand. Immediately, he smiled slyly and continued:
“Oh dear, I just remembered, my mom is hospitalized tonight, and the hospital is demanding thirty thousand yuan for medical fees. What am I going to do? Brother, please be kind and lend me fifty thousand. I promise I’ll pay you back when I earn money, really, I’m not lying.”
Jiang Shan watched his performance quietly. He scanned the remaining thugs and noticed a silver glint at their waists.
“Knives.”
Having been a Police officer for seven or eight years, Jiang Shan was certain he hadn't misjudged. He glanced at the look in the thugs' eyes,
fierce, looking at him with the playful mockery one reserves for a toy.
“Then I won’t be polite. I can use you all to see what secrets the Dead Face Ghost’s Ghost Domain holds,” Jiang Shan thought.
So, he tossed the tens of thousands of cash from his pocket into the air.
“Money! Money! So much money!”
“Hahahaha, we’re rich, we’re rich! I knew this kid had money, hahahaha!” the yellow-haired one laughed loudly.
Suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly because he felt an intense pain all over his body, a pain like being burned by fire!
“Ahhh, it hurts! It hurts so much!”
He felt like he was about to be burned to death!
The Grey Fog grew denser around the thugs. Without exception, they all fell to the ground, rolling around frantically. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were on fire.
Jiang Shan was very familiar with the pain of Rot; continuous agony could even cause a person's spirit to collapse.
Jiang Shan watched the thugs writhing on the ground in pain with cold eyes. He realized his Ghost Domain seemed to have gained a new characteristic:
Corruption!
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