Ordinary people naturally wouldn't draw Mirai Mingchuan's attention. He was extremely modest, and who knew that the person who had just arrived actually held no low status?
The people from there were not weak either. There were five ninjas in total; only two were jonin, while the rest were chunin. The man standing before them had a gloomy, somewhat pale face, but his strength proved that he was an elite jonin.
Jiraiya had also arrived at the gathering point. Mirai and the others stood across from the bank. After narrowing his eyes and glancing at Mirai and the others a few times, he looked away, as though he did not care.
After that person arrived, three or four more people came over one after another and stood before the others. However, the strongest among them were only elite jonin. They still fell short of Ming Chuan and the first person in terms of strength.
"Who are these people?"
Mirai looked at the humble Mingchuan and asked in a low voice.
"Rich people." Mingchuan shrugged and answered with a smile.
Mirai: "..."
What was the difference between that and saying nothing?
"More or less. There's only one person left." Enqian and Mingchuan yawned, then suddenly looked at Mirai and asked, "By the way, Brother Fat Tiger, do you want to make money?"
"Make money?" Mirai raised his brows. He still had one hundred million in his pocket, so he naturally was not short on money, but he still asked, "How much can I make?"
Who would ever think they had too much money?
"At least fifty million!" Enqian and Mingchuan grinned, then added, "It should be said that each family has at least fifty million."
"???" Mirai asked, "Could it be that these two are the richest, and they're so rich