The cruise ship docked, and everyone headed to the exchange counter to cash in their chips, transferring the money directly into their bank cards.
Worth mentioning was that the money was still deposited into the bank cards provided by Van-Fem. He owned that bank—moving money from one hand to the other. That was what it meant to be a capitalist.
Van-Fem had also played a little trick: all the bank cards were unregistered.
Anyone holding a card could withdraw money from the bank. On Van-Fem's Ship, everyone was under Van-Fem's protection, and everything was protected by him.
But once they got off the ship, whoever attacked whom had nothing to do with him. If they wanted to rob each other, they could rely on their own abilities.
So after disembarking, the real bloodbath would begin.
This move was meant to make the Casters turn on one another. It was an open scheme; everyone knew it, yet no one could resist it.
Few people could withstand the temptation of tens of billions of dollars. Most would choose to take the risk.
People always imagined that they were the one lucky person in ten thousand, didn't they?
Anyone with a bit of strength would entertain such thoughts, then join this bloody storm.
In the end, they would die far from home and become fertilizer for this land.
And this time, the four people carrying enormous sums of money were all insignificant nobodies, which undoubtedly made others even more envious.
Although Hishiri Adashino, the Snake of the Legal Affairs Department from the Clock Tower, was present and scared off some small fry,
she had only scared off some of them. Many desperate outlaws still intended to gamble on it. After all, one gamble could turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.
Before getting off