What kind of concept was ten million Star Coins?
For a job that paid twelve hundred Star Coins a year, someone would have to work for eight thousand three hundred and thirty-three years. During that time, with no days off and no extra expenses whatsoever, only then could they save that much.
"As the old saying goes, all the ways to make money are written in criminal—wait, Death Row Star has no law, only some default rules. So I didn't break the law. I'm a good stellar citizen."
He Zhao slapped his forehead and swallowed the word "law" back down his throat.
He had never expected that after doing a whole pile of bad things, he had ended up being a good person.
"Over two hundred thousand Star Coins almost let me advance from basic attributes to Gene Attribute. If I had ten million Star Coins, forget Gene Attribute—even Gene Ascension probably wouldn't be a problem."
He paused, then added.
"I'll lie low for a few days first and wait until the heat dies down. After all, the commotion this time was a little big, and a little ruthless. Buying Star Beast Flesh and Blood can be pushed back for now."
As soon as he finished speaking, his brows suddenly bunched together.
"Wait, that's not right!"
"I fucking dare to rob gangs, so there's no reason I should follow the rules when buying Star Beast Flesh and Blood. The point of stealing money was to buy flesh and blood. Why take off my pants just to fart? I can just rob the restaurant directly, and that'll be OK, won't it?"
His face showed sudden enlightenment. He really had been abandoning the root for the branches.
"I need to plan this properly."
Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, he