Leonardo, who had been walking ahead, flexed his wrist and tapped something in front of him, activating the mechanism.
A hidden door slid open in the wall.
"All right, we're here," Leonardo said, turning back.
Only to see Croc-Man showing off his strength, holding a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle in each hand and doing dumbbell curls.
"Ahem, it's my first time here, so I didn't bring any gifts. Consider this a small token."
Miao Mu pulled out his wallet and tossed it to Leonardo without even looking at it. To him, wallets were nothing more than accessories.
There were more than ten identical wallets in his wardrobe, each stuffed with roughly a month's salary.
Seeing the thick wallet in his hand, Leonardo opened it and hurriedly tried to refuse, but Miao Mu waved him off.
"If you think it's too much, consider the rest medical expenses. Fight me again, and I guarantee you'll all get to use it."
"No need."
Leonardo quickly shook his head and put away the wallet. They were indeed short on money—or rather, not exactly short, but they had no real source of income.
In New York City, where every inch of land was worth a fortune, they owned an ultra-luxurious thousand-square-meter mansion. Its only flaw was the poor lighting.
After all, it was in the sewers.
They did not have to pay for water or electricity. Running a wire themselves was enough.
The only cash they needed was for buying pizza. Usually, they just took a magnet and swept it through the sewer drainage channels.
And they even had vehicles.
Outside, they had a spacious garage containing an armored vehicle, a three-wheeled motorcycle, and a glider.
It could be said that aside from having no savings advantage—
The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' living conditions could