Chapter 241: Chapter 235: No Money, Life Here is Worse Than Death

Alvin Morgan’s meridians were too severely damaged. Aurora Sinclair had spent days conditioning them with a large amount of Power, yet had only managed to smooth out one percent.

In her master’s words, Alvin Morgan’s aptitude for martial arts was that of a trash-tier constitution, the likes of which was seen only once in a century.

To make any further progress, a peerless master at or above the Martial Lord level would have to expend a vast amount of Power to clear all the meridians in his body.

Her current strength didn’t allow for that, so she could only grind it out bit by bit.

“Don’t do that anymore.”

Aurora Sinclair shook her head.

“I have plenty of weapons,” Alvin Morgan replied.

But Aurora Sinclair’s gaze immediately turned serious. “Master said that weapons are external objects. True power comes from one’s own strength.”

Alvin Morgan sighed helplessly.

Every day that followed, he had to set aside two hours to practice the Fist Technique Aurora Sinclair had taught him.

It was supposedly a Fist Technique created by Aurora Sinclair’s grandmaster, beneficial for improving one’s physical condition.

Performing this Fist Technique once was equivalent to ten times the exertion of the Basic Boxing Skill.

His current limit was just two repetitions before he ran out of energy.

“Morgan, you still have 490 repetitions to go.” When Aurora Sinclair saw him lying on the ground, unable to get up, she poked his arm and reminded him calmly.

“…”

***

A week later, they finally drove to the small oasis where Aurumport was located.

A long line had formed at the entrance, as there were people specifically assigned to check bank accounts. Anyone with less than one million Maso Coins was denied entry.

“One million… A poor person couldn’t earn that in several lifetimes,” Arthur muttered, looking at the bank card The Black Wolves had provided for him.

Silas Morgan patted his head. “Seize your opportunities, work hard, and you can earn that in less than ten years.”

Arthur was taken aback for a moment, then nodded firmly.

Compared to other cities, Aurumport had the best sense of service.

A beautiful RV approached from the opposite direction, pulling up beside The Black Wolves’ SUV. Several pretty, veiled young women carrying trays walked over and knocked on their window.

“Sirs, welcome. The line ahead is moving a bit slowly, so please be patient.”

Then, the pretty young women distributed a piece of toasted bread and a carton of goat’s milk to everyone in the car.

“Oh my god, is this free?” Arthur asked in disbelief.

“It’s free if you have a million,” Silas Morgan said, giving his own bread and milk to him.

Arthur’s eyes lit up as he took a large bite of the bread. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll see in a bit,” Silas Morgan replied enigmatically.

Soon, they saw someone being violently thrown out.

“I have money, I really do…” A man in a sharp suit and mask was being held by two tall, burly mercenaries and thrown to the ground.

“Two hundred Maso Coins,” one of the mercenaries said with a menacing expression, holding out his hand.

“I haven’t even gone in yet, why should I give you two hundred?” the man yelled, craning his neck.

“The bread and goat’s milk. Two hundred total…”

Inside the car, Arthur suddenly choked.

Looking at the bread and goat’s milk worth 200 Maso Coins in his hands, he was so frightened he immediately shoved them back into Silas Morgan’s hands.

“Oh my god! I just ate 200 Maso Coins?”

Silas Morgan just smiled. “This is actually one of the better outcomes.”

Arthur didn’t understand, not until he saw the bloody hands hanging by the gate. The bread he had just eaten nearly came back up.

“Th-That’s…”

“The hands of gamblers. Fail to pay your gambling debts on time, and they chop off your hands. For more serious offenses, you lose your life.”

Arthur’s face grew paler and paler. He clutched his card tightly, resolving not to spend a single coin once inside.

As if reading his mind, Silas Morgan said, “You have to spend at least 1,000 Maso Coins here every day. If you don’t, you’ll be thrown out.”

“Why?” Arthur cried out.

“Because all living expenses—food, clothing, housing, and transportation—are free. You only need to spend money on gambling.”

Arthur was speechless for a long time. No wonder this place was known as Masovia’s money pit.

Everyone who comes here is issued a mask and a wrist card, each with a unique number. You have to transfer your money onto the wrist card, because all transactions inside are paid for using it.

If the wrist card is lost or the funds are depleted, you just need to go to a top-up center to get a replacement or add more money. As for any lost money, they can trace the spending records and quickly find the person who picked up the card to recover your losses.

So, financial control here is relatively secure, and widespread theft doesn’t occur.

As long as you’re spending, you’re a king here. The more you spend, the more privileges you enjoy. But if you have no money, life here is worse than death.

***

The Black Wolves had brought ten people this time. Their three SUVs were directed to park in a relatively high-end parking lot.

As soon as they got out of the cars, a guide approached to recommend nearby accommodations, restaurants, and gambling halls.

“Distinguished guests, this is a map of our establishment. Please, have a look.”

The guide, sharp as a tack, placed the map into Alvin Morgan’s hands.

Alvin Morgan glanced at it briefly and asked coolly, “Take us directly to the mining district.”

The guide froze for a second, then was overcome with ecstasy. ’A big-spending patron?’

While Aurumport was a gambling city, there were different things to bet on. The most common were slot machines and dice in the arcades. A tier above that was Pai Gow and the like. A tier higher was stone gambling, and the highest tier of all was mine gambling.

Each level required a different amount of capital. The arcades had a minimum of one million, while mine gambling could go as high as one hundred million Maso Coins.

And as a guide, he could get a 0.01% tip. If the guest really spent hundreds of millions like it was nothing, he could completely buy his freedom and leave this place.

“Please wait a moment, sir. I’ll make contact right away.” The guide excitedly picked up his walkie-talkie and contacted the people in the mining district.

About five minutes later, a stretch limousine pulled up.

The interior was extremely spacious, with long, luxurious sofas lining both sides, and attractive men and women onboard providing butler service.

The car took the ten of them to an even more upscale and luxurious hotel.

There were security guards armed with machine guns at the main entrance.

While checking in, the beautiful woman at the front desk asked them to show proof of their personal assets.

Alvin Morgan directly produced a limited-edition, global diamond card. The woman’s eyes lit up, and she couldn’t take her eyes off Alvin Morgan as she personally escorted them to the luxurious presidential suite on the top floor.

Before leaving, she also left Alvin Morgan her contact information, telling him to call her anytime if he needed anything.

Arthur stared at the splendid, glittering room, so stunned he didn’t dare step inside, afraid he would dirty the carpet.

Silas Morgan clapped him on the head. “Let’s go, kid.”

After Alvin Morgan sat down, the guide immediately presented several booklets, all of them containing maps of the mining areas.

But he didn’t look at them. He stated bluntly, “I want the mine that Mukelin Cole bought here.”

Arthur’s brow immediately furrowed. Mukelin Cole was his little sister’s biological father.

It was the first time the guide had ever encountered someone with such a request. He was stunned for a moment, then professionally pulled out his internal walkie-talkie to contact a mineral rights trader in the mining district.

After a few minutes, the guide replied respectfully, “Distinguished guest, we are contacting that client. If he agrees, we will arrange a meeting for you.”

Meanwhile, in a small town on the outskirts of Aurumport.

Mukelin Cole smilingly handed a bag of Maso Coins to several men. “Thank you for your hard work.”

And at the men’s feet lay a filthy girl, her hands and feet bound with rope.

A Megalodon Mercenary opened the cloth bag, counted the contents, and then put it away.

“Our business is concluded.”

After the men had left, Mukelin Cole’s smiling face instantly darkened. He strode over to the girl, grabbed her by the hair, and slapped her twice across the face.

“You worthless baggage! Made me spend so much money. You’re just as trashy as that dead mother of yours.”

The girl’s nose instantly started bleeding. Her eyes filled with fear as she cowered, letting him punch and kick her.

“Mukelin, don’t hit her in the face. We still need to sell her, after all.”

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