Doghead: Pay Me More, Woof!

"Really, woof?"

The Doghead stared at him wide-eyed.

"Really. The money's on me; I'll pay up as soon as the fight's over. This is the deposit."

Liu Zheng directly took out a bundled stack of cash and threw it over.

"Woof!"

The Doghead caught it in its mouth, then stuffed it into the pocket of its security uniform.

"If I kill a few more, can I get more money?"

It asked expectantly.

"Yes. Ten thousand extra for every monk you kill. Everyone can earn this money, including yourselves."

Liu Zheng pointed at the monks.

Naturally, the monks remained unmoved.

They did not use real-world currency in the Metaverse, and purchasing things like bionic bodies required going through temple channels.

So, a mere ten thousand was not enough to make them turn traitor.

Of course, if the offer rose to one million per bald head, that would be another matter.

But ten thousand per bald head was already more than enough for the security guards.

Liu Zheng casually spent tens of thousands at a time, but that was because everything he bought was expensive.

Under City Hall's "vast specialization, precise calculation," Metropolis had kept inflation under excellent control, and its currency held considerable purchasing power.

Just look at Liu Zheng. Even the Deliveryman of the Bloodstained Restaurant only earned two or three thousand a month.

While that was partly offset by other benefits, it also showed just how low the wages of Metropolis workers were.

Ten thousand was already equivalent to several months' salary for these guards, and the actual improvement to their standard of living would be far greater than that.

This was additional pure income. Anyone who had started a business knew how difficult it was to increase net profit.

Not only did the Doghead's eyes turn red, the