Northbound All the Way

"It's more or less done."

Lin Qi said this as he pulled a stack of checks from his pocket. "There are more than seventy million here. After taking away my thirty million, we'll split the rest evenly..."

As he spoke, he pulled out more than a dozen checks and handed them over. "Including my thirty million, you'll have checks worth roughly fifty million in your hands."

"You've done pretty well for yourself. You've made more than almost everyone here... No, more than everyone here earns in a year!"

Beret could hardly believe his ears. After staring at Lin Qi for three or four seconds, he burst out laughing again. As he laughed, he slapped the armrest, his body rocking slightly back and forth. "I knew you were a damn interesting guy. You've got a good brain. Why don't you come work for me?"

"You said it yourself just now. I made more from this deal than everyone here earns in a year."

"Your brain, and the gun in my hand..." Perhaps afraid that Lin Qi had forgotten he was armed, he drew the gun from his waist and waved it around a few times.

"We'll become the most successful partners in the world. When that happens, we'll rule Maliro together!"

Beret's silver-gray eyes revealed something called "arrogant ambition."

Maliro was mired in endless warfare, with warlords everywhere, but in reality, the Malori People still held the true power.

The Malori People had ruled Maliro for a long time and accumulated tremendous wealth—but that referred to those in the upper echelons of society, not the Malori People living in the Slums.

That was why more than half of Maliro's major warlords were organizations centered around the Malori People. Only two warlord organizations had leaders who were Maliro People.

He wanted to