After seeing White Moonlight's ending, everyone felt genuinely satisfied.
"That's more like it!" Number One said.
"Yeah, that White Moonlight really deserved to die!"
As their reputations grew, a highly respected elderly billionaire soon invited them to a private gathering.
Naturally, they agreed.
After all, this was probably the main storyline of the world.
The billionaire promptly sent someone to take them to a luxurious cruise ship.
The ship had been converted from a decommissioned aircraft carrier. Its immense size and extravagant facilities made it practically an imperial palace at sea.
Space at sea was usually cramped.
Yet that common knowledge was completely overturned here.
Everyone had a bedroom comparable to one in a three-star hotel.
A select few VIP guests even had presidential suites.
When they stepped onto the deck, it felt as though they had entered a garden at sea. The railings were entirely formed from vines, and everything was lush and green.
Their receptionist was a beautiful woman, one of the billionaire's many assistants.
She personally guided them aboard the aircraft-carrier cruise ship.
"This is the Sea Garden, which Mr. Smith spent a full two billion dollars renovating."
"It is said to contain all kinds of puzzles. Solve one, and you can find the corresponding treasure. Even the least valuable treasures are worth a hundred thousand dollars."
"Mr. Smith ranks No. 67 in personal wealth worldwide, while his family's wealth ranks among the top fifty."
Ruthless smiled. "He's really rich. Too bad he can only live a little over a hundred years."
The receptionist froze, then gave an awkward smile.
Inside, she sneered: A bunch of poor losers who can only comfort themselves.
Naturally, she had no idea that these people possessed far more actual wealth than so-called billionaires.
But Ruthless truly was being sarcastic—whenever he saw