"Wow, with 715 points, I could almost buy another King Kong Beast Slave," Russell exclaimed in excitement, smacking the steel workbench hard with his fist, startling the craftsmen and the owner of the workshop. They shared a helpless smile, having just witnessed the peculiar hobbies of these young rich scions!

"Heaven-defying, huh? Go ahead and defy the heavens in another world," the middle-aged owner, a regular on a certain Chinese web novel site, thought cynically.

As for Russell, after he smashed the workbench, he calmed down. This drastic mood swing again left the others in awe, wondering if they could ever understand this young man's mind.

At that moment, Russell had no idea he'd been mentally labeled as a fool by the others. If they had to describe it more specifically, it would be "utter fool." Who else would cut two incredibly valuable, rare jade pieces into eight smaller ones? It was just throwing money away!

Nonetheless, Russell couldn't care less what they thought because he hadn't expected that his punch on the steel workbench would trigger a system notification: "Discovered fallen extraterrestrial iron. Would you like to collect it? This fallen extraterrestrial iron can be sold in the shop for 3000 points."

"Isn't that happiness arriving too suddenly?" Russell's forceful punch hadn't damaged the workbench, but the sudden system prompt left him stunned, frozen on the spot!

Extraterrestrial iron? 3000 points... Oh my, Russell stared like a hungry wolf at the workshop owner.

"What on earth? This lunatic can't be developing a special interest in me, a middle-aged man, can he?" The owner shivered, looking at Russell's consuming stare, and began searching for an escape route. He feared being caught by the young man's burly bodyguard and losing more than his dignity.

Just as the workshop owner was about to flee, Russell jumped in front of him, holding a rough, black stone, and shouted, "Boss, I want this stone. How much, huh?"

"This grinding stone? Take it, take it for free, okay?" The owner, bewildered by Russell's wild antics, internally questioned the excitement over a mere stone.

He couldn't fathom the peculiar preferences of these rich young men. This black stone was picked up by an employee during an outing and had been deemed worthless after several appraisals. It had been left on the workbench ever since as a paperweight.

"Hehe, I'd be honored to give you this stone, Russell. It's nothing," the owner waved magnanimously, feigning generosity.

Russell shot an inconspicuous glance at the owner, thinking how clueless he was about the stone's value.

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"3000 points." Russell was filled with a thrill, already seeing great value in the stone. Though it appeared as a mere rock on the surface, it was true metal inside—extraterrestrial iron.

Even though he knew nothing about stellar iron itself, Russell was certain that something valued at 3000 points by the system must be incredibly precious.

Having discovered another way to earn points filled him with immense contentment.

Three thousand points were a massive boon for Russell. He had barely managed to earn 500 points after a strenuous mission that warranted an A+ rating. Thus, even if the owner had demanded an exorbitant price, up to his total fortune of nine million, Russell wouldn't have hesitated to secure it.

Ignorance is truly frightening!

Afraid the owner might change his mind, Russell hurriedly left with Kaiser, eager to secure the stone.

"Was that necessary? It's just a stupid rock. He looks happier than if he'd found gold," the owner shouted derisively after Russell bolted with his bodyguard.

"Hehe, boss, that's where you're wrong. If you gave one of these rich kids actual gold, they wouldn’t react as happily," one of the craftsmen quipped.

"Right, old Xu, you're spot on. To that young fool, gold is nothing. Didn’t you see him playing with million-dollar jade pieces?" said the owner, laughing as he added, "Alright, it’s getting late. Let's hit New World for dinner, on me—eat all you want, just no takeaways."

With the substantial profit margin from this job, the owner decided to treat his team to a feast at the local food market. They were free to gorge on meat and drink and eat to their hearts' content.

While the workshop folks had their perceptions of Russell, the young man, now in possession of the stellar iron, didn’t even think about the rich kid he'd left at the hotel. Eager to convert the stellar iron into points, he rushed home.

No matter his curiosity about the stellar iron's attributes, converting it into points felt more tangible. Selling this to the system store meant 3715 points—more than enough to buy a strong beast slave, assuming such options were available at 15 Shen Yuan power.

"Hmm, should I get another King Kong Beast Slave first? Imagine having two Western brutes flanking me—one as offense, the other as a shield. That'd boost my street cred like crazy," Russell mused on the tree-lined avenue leading to his villa, mulling over his points.

His thoughts weren’t just about flaunting wealth. Practicality was also key. Imagine having two King Kong Beast Slaves—one for offense, one for defense, making operations smoother and safer.

Ultimately, a single "Kaiser" wasn't enough for comprehensive protection of his personal safety.

Why so many bodyguards? Well, Russell realized his life was more precious now. He foresaw a prosperous future and embraced life passionately. He refused to admit any fear of death.

While he daydreamed about how to use his 3700 points, he suddenly collided into a "brick wall."

Looking up, he realized he was at his doorstep, with Kaiser ahead of him, ready for action, emitting a threatening aura.

"Boss, someone means us harm," Kaiser said icily, moving towards the shaded groves ahead.

Clapping followed, and a man emerged from the shadows—a bald, muscular figure with a menacing glare fixed on Kaiser.

"Initially, I mocked that fat pig for being too cautious, but seeing you, I admit he did at least one thing right," the muscular, bald man muttered, eyes locked on Kaiser, either ignoring or oblivious to Russell entirely.

Behind him, nine more followed—muscular, tattooed men, armed with knives and steel pipes. Just one glance and Russell knew he was in deep trouble.