Preparing for Battle

Santino was deeply uneasy. In the past, he had always been the one passing judgment on others' lives, but now it seemed that his own life was being judged. He had thought he could face it calmly, because many people had died heroically at his hands.

Those had all been people he looked down on, people he had defeated. He had thought that if he were ever forced to face the same situation, he would surely do better than they had.

But now that his life and death were truly in someone else's hands, he realized he was a coward. It had all been an act. He was still that little boy who had wet his pants when frightened by his father's men...

Wang Yan had no mind to spare for Santino. He focused on the computer, fingers clattering across the keyboard. This was different from Li Zhenkun's few million—it was a full sixty million. That was no small sum. Even across the entire United States, there were not many wealthy people who could produce that much cash in a short time without relying on banks. Some of it was Santino's own money, while the rest was operating capital for his entire gang. The fact that he could pull together this much was already impressive.

He could not transfer the money directly into his own account. That was the most basic common sense. He was using various methods to split the sixty million into sums of tens or hundreds of thousands, continuously moving them through international channels before gathering them back together in the end.

Of course, it was still dirty money. He merely wanted to cut off any possibility of tracing his cash flow through financial means. They were about to go to war, after all. If the other