Savage was no fool. He knew that the cost of living for ordinary people in Living Hell could not possibly be that high. But he had not come here to be an ordinary person. He had ambitions to fulfill.
Savage began comparing things in his head. Previously, he had given Master Mirror and Pied Piper some operating funds, but back then, the budgets had always started at five figures. How could the Great Monarch possibly offer less than tens of thousands of dollars?
Not to mention ordinary underlings like Leon and Mrs. Goth. Whenever they came asking for funds or rewards, he had always spared no expense in cultivating talent, spending not only money but quite a few collectibles as well.
After calculating it, Savage realized that if all those items were converted into cash, he had spent at least several hundred thousand dollars on ordinary people.
But what had those ordinary people, along with the Superpower Users he had hired before, brought him?
Almost nothing. Leon and Mrs. Goth had vanished without a trace. Master Mirror and Pied Piper had disappeared somewhere as well. His hundreds of thousands of dollars had gone down the drain, and he had not obtained a single piece of intelligence.
Yet after spending only a few thousand dollars, Savage had basically figured out the routines of the gang bosses in Living Hell. He knew some of their tempers, habits, and weaknesses.
Moreover, the nearby newsboys had all become familiar with him, and their conversations often revealed quite a bit of information. He had even met with the boss of that medium-sized gang and drafted a preliminary battle plan for Living Hell.
At only a fraction of the original cost, he had achieved several times the previous results. That meant the money had not been