The Retired Young Mercenary Is Secretly a Billionaire

Chapter 337: Money??

Xin slowly fell to his knees.

His legs no longer had the strength to support him.

The blood soaked floor stained his trousers.

His eyes were vacant.

Like a man whose entire world had just collapsed.

"This..."

"This can’t be..."

His breathing became heavier.

Then he suddenly roared.

"This cannot be!"

"I gave them so much money!"

"No!"

"They..."

"They cannot just abandon me!"

His voice echoed throughout the apartment.

Ghost watched him silently from the screen.

His expression never changed.

"Do you really think having money is everything?"

Xin slowly looked up.

Ghost continued.

"What did you truly gain from all of it, Xin?"

"You were given another chance after that incident."

"You could have rebuilt your life."

"You could have undergone plastic surgery."

"You had enough wealth to live comfortably."

"You could have become a respected man."

"You could have found a dream worth chasing."

"But instead..."

"You chose revenge."

His voice remained calm.

Almost disappointed.

"Life handed you a second chance."

"And you spent those four years digging your own grave."

"You believed money was some kind of superpower." ƒrēewebnovel.com

Xin suddenly crawled forward a little.

His pride was completely gone.

"I’ll give it to you."

"Everything."

"Every single cent."

"Let me go."

"Please."

"Give me another chance."

"I don’t want the money anymore."

"You can have all of it."

"Just let me live."

Ghost looked at him quietly.

"It’s too late to repent, Xin."

"There is one rule in Graveyard."

"Blood for blood."

"Soul for soul."

"That is why Graveyard never stops hunting."

Xin clenched his fists.

His breathing became frantic.

"How..."

"How can you refuse?"

"I am talking about billions of dollars!"

Ghost let out a faint sigh.

"So..."

"That is your final hope."

"Then let me remove even that."

A small smile appeared on his face.

"I don’t lack money."

"I have several times more wealth than you."

"I often wonder what I should even do with it."

Xin stared blankly.

Ghost continued.

"The day I visited Xīwàng Residential School for Specially Abled Children..."

"I saw something in Wang Yi’s eyes."

"Hope."

His gaze softened for just a moment.

"The wealth you earn through your own effort..."

"What is its purpose?"

"To pile it higher?"

"To pass it down through generations?"

"One day your descendants will inherit everything."

"But they may never understand the hardship that created it."

"They will only inherit the numbers."

He paused briefly.

"Everything money brings is temporary."

"Wealth fades."

"Power changes hands."

"Even history books are rewritten."

"The only thing that survives..."

"Is the good your wealth created for others."

His eyes met Xin’s.

"I wish you had used yours to make society better."

"Instead..."

"You buried it beneath your obsession."

Silence filled the apartment.

Then...

Xin burst into laughter.

A hollow laugh.

A broken laugh.

"You are bluffing."

"You..."

"Giving me a lecture about money?"

Ghost simply smiled.

"Have you ever heard of the Reaper Group?"

Xin’s laughter stopped.

His eyes widened.

Ghost continued.

"I heard you once tried to invest in my company."

"What reply did you receive?"

Ghost slowly repeated every word.

"’The Reaper has a different purpose.’"

"’Your money does not please the Reaper Group.’"

Xin’s pupils shrank.

"How..."

"How do you know that?"

Ghost only grinned.

The answer was obvious.

Xin’s lips trembled.

"No..."

"It can’t be..."

Realization struck him harder than any punch.

"You..."

"You were never a poor brat..."

His laughter returned.

This time completely insane.

"Hahaha..."

"Hahaha..."

"Believe me, Ghost..."

"If I escape..."

"I will kill you."

Before another word could leave his mouth...

Thud.

Reina casually struck the side of his neck.

Xin’s body went limp and collapsed onto the bloody floor.

She rubbed one ear.

"So noisy."

"My ears started itching."

She looked down at the unconscious Xin.

"What is he?"

"A wireless speaker?"

Ren almost choked trying not to laugh.

On the screen...

Miles chuckled.

"You really don’t like speakers, huh?"

"I heard you broke one back at the base."

Ren immediately coughed.

Trying very hard to hide his smile.

Reina’s cheeks instantly turned red.

"Leader..."

"That..."

"That stubborn Darius..."

"He really cannot keep anything to himself."

Miles laughed.

Ren laughed along with him.

The tense atmosphere finally eased.

At that exact moment...

The electricity returned.

Lights flickered back to life throughout the apartment.

The room became bright once again.

The blood.

The fallen mercenaries.

The unconscious Xin.

Everything was now clearly visible.

Miles looked at them through the screen.

"Graveyard operatives will arrive shortly."

"Hand him over."

"They will clean up this mess."

His expression became serious again.

"After that..."

"Return to the island."

"Your Clan Supreme asked me to prepare all of you for the greatest calamity the Five Clan Alliance may one day face."

"So..."

"For the next few months..."

"You are all going to be extremely busy."

He folded his arms.

"I have a very long list."

"A list of people who could one day become threats."

"Not only to me..."

"But to everyone I call family."

Ren’s eyes lit up.

A grin slowly spread across his face.

"I cannot wait, Leader."

"I spent my whole life training behind closed doors."

"It’s finally time to move."

Reina nodded with a determined smile.

"Me too."

Miles looked at the two young warriors.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"The storm has only begun."

"So let us make sure..."

"It is the last storm our families will ever have to face."

Miles stood up from the operations console.

The large displays behind him still showed live feeds from Shanghai, Chongqing, Haven, and the island.

For the first time in days...

Everything was finally under control.

Darius looked at the departing screen and let out a helpless sigh.

"Looks like Reina is going to kill me now."

Miles smiled.

"You all did well."

There was genuine appreciation in his voice.

"I couldn’t have done this without all of you."

Darius bowed respectfully.

"It is our duty, Leader."

Miles nodded.

Then his gaze drifted toward the window overlooking the island.

"It’s finally time..."

"To bring Chloe and Louis back to their normal lives."

"I cannot keep her in the dark any longer."

Darius smiled knowingly.

"I arranged that already."

Miles looked at him.

"Miss Monica has already taken care of everything."

"Mr. Louis has been moved into the house prepared for him."

"Miss Chloe has returned to her apartment."

"And..."

He paused for a second.

"Miss Monica is handling the explanations for you."

Miles blinked.

"She is doing what?"

He rubbed his forehead and sighed.

"That girl..."

"Does she still think I am a kid?"

Darius could not help smiling.

He simply bowed again.

Miles chuckled softly.

"Well..."

"I suppose there is nothing I can do now."

He stretched his shoulders before looking toward the exit.

"Then it’s time for me to head back to the mainland."

Darius folded his arms.

"Already?"

"How about having a drink with us first?"

Miles smiled apologetically.

"I would love to spend some time with everyone."

"You know I don’t really drink."

"But..."

"I already arranged a celebration for the success of this mission."

"Once everyone returns safely..."

"We’ll celebrate together."

"Because after that..."

He smiled faintly.

"We’re all going to become very busy again."

Darius nodded.

"That works too."

He extended his hand.

"Take care, Boss."

"And..."

A teasing smile appeared on his face.

"All the best."

Miles looked confused.

"For what?"

Darius laughed.

"I have a feeling..."

"You are about to begin the next Chapter of your life."

"With Miss Chloe."

Miles scratched the back of his head.

"Is it really that obvious?"

Darius laughed even harder.

"Let me be honest."

"I am married."

"I can recognize these things."

Miles let out another helpless sigh.

"Then..."

"Thank you, Senior."

Darius smiled warmly.

"There is something I have always wanted to ask."

Darius stopped.

"What is it?"

Miles asked "Aren’t you bothered?"

Darius looked "About what?"

"The Phoenix Clan."

"They want me to marry Clan Supreme Clarissa." Miles waiting to see his reaction

"So?"

Darius shrugged naturally.

"That is normal in our clan."

He smiled proudly.

"I have two wives myself."

Miles froze completely.

His expression stiffened.

"..."

"...Uhh."

He slowly pointed toward the door.

"I think I should leave..."

"Before you corrupt my mind too."

For a second...

There was complete silence.

Then Darius burst into loud laughter.

His laughter echoed through the entire operations room.

Miles could only shake his head with a helpless smile before walking away.

After stepping outside...

A cool sea breeze greeted him.

He took a long, deep breath.

His shoulders finally relaxed.

Looking toward the endless ocean, he smiled to himself.

"These Supreme Martial Artists..."

"They really are something else."

A moment later...

His smile softened.

"Chloe..."

"I cannot wait for tomorrow."

...

Meanwhile...

Mars Residencies.

Fresh coffee steamed gently on the table.

The apartment was quiet.

Chloe sat with both hands wrapped around her warm cup.

She looked absent minded.

After a long silence...

She finally spoke.

"I should have listened to him."

"I should have taken him with me."

"I left alone because I thought I would only trouble him."

She lowered her eyes.

"But instead..."

"I created even more trouble for him."

Monica quietly stirred her coffee before looking at Chloe.

"What are you even saying?"

"Everything remained under control."

"It was actually fortunate."

"We discovered the real culprit before you even left the airport."

She smiled gently.

"And tell me."

"What exactly was your mistake?"

"You wanted to see your sick family."

"You wanted to face things bravely."

"There is nothing wrong with that."

She leaned back comfortably.

"You are the leader of Tulip."

"You still have many things to learn."

Her smile became meaningful.

"A very large business empire is waiting for you in the future."

"You will have to help him."

"You will have to support everything standing beside him."

Chloe’s face instantly became red.

She looked down into her coffee.

"Is he free now?"

"He didn’t even call me."

Monica chuckled.

"He is still on the island."

"He is simply finishing the things that were left unfinished."

"You can meet him tomorrow."

She looked toward the window.

"Whatever he is doing..."

"He is doing it for the future."

"For this family."

"For all of us."

"And for you."

Chloe quietly smiled.

"I cannot believe..."

"He went through so much..."

"After leaving Paris."

She looked at Monica with grateful eyes.

"Thank you..."

"Sister Monica, for telling me."

Monica raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"You call me sister..."

"And then you thank me too?"

Chloe laughed shyly.

"I have one question though."

She hesitated for a moment.

"You told me..."

"After Shanghai..."

"He had already left violence behind."

She looked worried.

"Then..."

"How did he become violent again?"

Silence settled between them.

Monica looked into her coffee for several seconds.

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

"You should ask him that yourself."

"I cannot answer everything for him."

She slowly looked back at Chloe.

"And..."

"There are some questions..."

"That should never be asked."

Chloe quietly held her cup.

She understood exactly what Monica meant.

Some wounds...

Were better left untouched.

She gave a small nod.

"I understand."

Monica smiled back.

Neither of them spoke again.

The coffee continued to steam gently between them.