"You just tell me what you want to do, and don't worry about the money. I can definitely come up with ten million," Bidegla said.

"Alright, after I graduate, I've always wanted to open a large-scale shopping center, preferably a national chain. But to open a shopping center, the required amount of money is simply too much, I can't come up with it at all," Pyotr Haler said, taking a sip of his drink.

Damn!

Hearing his words, Bidegla also cursed without hesitation. Opening a shopping center, in a place like Zhuhai, without a few billion, it's simply impossible. The initial investment required is simply too much.

It may take a long time to recoup the costs.

"Do you think I'm naive?" Seeing Bidegla's reaction, Pyotr Haler chuckled and said, "No." Bidegla shook his head and then said, "As the saying goes, the bigger one's heart, the broader one's horizon. Opening a shopping center requires too much money, I definitely can't come up with it for the time being. But as long as you're willing to return to Zhuhai with me, I can arrange a large-scale market for you first. If you can recoup the costs within a year, I'm willing to invest in a shopping center for you."

"Is that a promise?" Hearing Bidegla's words, Pyotr Haler was shaken to the core, somewhat incredulous.

Investing in a shopping center is his greatest dream, but it only exists in his dreams and is simply impossible to achieve. Where does he have the strength for that?

But now, Bidegla's words have given him hope, and he can't help but feel excited.

"Of course, I've had over 20 years of friendship with you, Pyotr Haler. Do you think I would lie to you?" Bidegla looked at him calmly and said.

"Then it's settled!" Seeing that Bidegla didn't seem to be lying, Pyotr Haler also became somewhat excited.

"Alright, let's put this matter aside for now. In any case, I won't deceive you."

"Alright, then I'll sell my house's market tomorrow. People have already approached me about it, I just didn't want to sell it."

"It's up to you. If you truly want to be wealthy, staying in Qing County won't cut it. As long as you have the determination, I can provide you with a broad stage. If you're willing to take me in today, then I'm willing to help you tomorrow," Bidegla said, his voice becoming more solemn.

"Then rest here for a while. I'm going out to negotiate with someone," Pyotr Haler said, grabbing the keys and rushing out the door.

After he left, Bidegla let out a long sigh and didn't go to sleep, but instead sat on the sofa and began to practice the Nine-Nine Return to Origin.

This is the internal martial art of the Divine Gate, and it's much better to practice than Qi Gathering. Bidegla estimated that if he continued to practice like this, he would probably be able to step into Internal Power within half a year.

The best age for people to practice is before the age of thirty. After that, it becomes extremely difficult to make progress, so Bidegla still has a few years left.

Whether he can reach the level of Shadow Dread, or even surpass him, it will all depend on these next few years.

A few years may seem long, but in reality, it's just a few thousand days and nights, very brief.

Bidegla didn't know how long he had been practicing, but he was startled by a hurried footstep.

Opening his eyes, Bidegla saw Pyotr Haler, with an anxious look on his face, rushing in without even changing his shoes.

"What's wrong?" Seeing his appearance, Bidegla felt that something had happened.

"It was your uncle who got caught by the police, it's already on TV," Pyotr Haler exclaimed, then turned on the television.

On the TV, the current broadcast is an interrupted news report, live from the scene. The picture shows a mansion surrounded by armed police, making it impossible for ordinary people to approach.

In the footage, Bidegla's uncle is being escorted by two police officers, his hands already in handcuffs.

Meanwhile, inside the mansion, a woman is crying and trying to rush out, and it is none other than Joylyn Bucher.

Although Joylyn Bucher usually yells at Niko Haimes without giving him any face, now that he is being taken away as a criminal, she is crying and trying to save him.

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But with so many police officers there, she is being stopped from leaving her house, unable to even open the door.

No matter how much she cries and protests, in the end, Niko Haimes is still taken away by the police, without any resistance.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the news on the television, Bidegla slammed his fist into the sofa, creating a large hole and startling Pyotr Haler.

Bidegla himself can hide, but he forgot that his uncle is also a witness at the scene and that old man will definitely spill everything, that cursed old man.

Now, recalling the decision to let that old man go, he is in a state of headache; he was too kind, deceived by the old man's appearance.

Although he has no enmity with him, at this moment, he has become Bidegla's enemy.

For an enemy, Bidegla naturally has no mercy, if it's time to kill, then kill, otherwise you never know when they will turn around and bite you.

With his uncle caught, Bidegla's heart sank instantly. He stood up and said to Pyotr Haler, "Pyotr, prepare a set of clothes for me and get me some makeup. I have to go out for a trip."

"What are you going to do?" Hearing Bidegla's words, Pyotr Haler was surprised and quickly grabbed Bidegla, saying, "You don't do anything stupid. With so many police officers, do you think you can rescue your uncle?"

It seems that he got it wrong, so Bidegla continued, "I'm not going out to save him. By tomorrow, my uncle will naturally come out on his own. I'm going out to do something else." Bidegla spoke, with a surge of killing intent in his heart.

His uncle being caught may not be life-threatening, but it's hard to guarantee that he won't be mistreated. So if Bidegla doesn't vent his anger, he really can't continue his cultivation.

"Wait for me, I'll get it ready for you right away," Pyotr Haler said, then ran into his own room. After a while of rummaging, he came out with a set of ordinary clothes and makeup.

"That's all, see if you can use it. These are the cosmetics my wife used before, I don't know if they're expired or not."

"It's okay," Bidegla replied, then took the items.

Bidegla has never learned makeup, but he's not doing it to look good. He's just trying to better disguise himself.

Various cosmetics were continuously applied to Bidegla's face, and soon, to Pyotr Haler's astonished eyes, Bidegla underwent a drastic transformation. Originally, his appearance was quite handsome, but after his makeup, he looked incredibly ugly, to the point where Pyotr Haler dare not say he still recognized Bidegla.

A person with a face covered in black and white patches, I believe that anyone would not want to look at it more than once, it's just too ugly.

"Ahem... Pyotr Haler coughed violently twice, then turned away without looking at Bidegla.

After putting on Pyotr Haler's clothes, Bidegla straightened them slightly and said, 'Alright, you stay at home for now. Don't lock the door. I estimate I'll be back in about two hours.'

With that, Bidegla strode out, carrying over a hundred dollars with him.

Hailing a cab, Bidegla headed straight to the government. He was planning to commit murder; if Bidegla could spare the old man who had betrayed them, that would truly be a strange turn of events.

The driver, upon seeing Bidegla's unattractive face, remained silent throughout the journey, and within a few minutes, they arrived at the entrance of the county government building.

At that moment, the government entrance was already surrounded by police, and a large group of reporters added to the lively scene.

'Excuse me, do you happen to know a driver for a real estate company? I am his distant nephew, here to seek refuge with him,' Bidegla asked, stopping a woman in professional attire.

'Ah,' startled by Bidegla's appearance, the woman nearly kicked him and her face showed disgust.

Presently, Bidegla appeared too repulsive and unsophisticated; the woman felt nauseated just looking at him, almost wanting to vomit up her dinner.

'Whom are you referring to?' the woman asked from a few steps away.

'I don't know,' Bidegla shook his head. 'But I heard he was the driver for someone named BOSS Bertha. I'm not sure where exactly he is.'

'Oh, you must mean Bertha's manager's full-time driver. He's currently inside the government building making a statement. You should go find him,' the woman said somewhat compassionately.

'Can you take me to him? I'm afraid I won't be allowed in. I don't have a single penny on me right now. If I don't find him soon, I'll end up starving on the streets,' Bidegla pleaded.

'Alright,' seeing Bidegla's pitiable state, the woman reluctantly agreed in the end.

'Thank you, thank you,' Bidegla said, then warmly reached out to shake the woman's hand, but she deftly avoided it.

'Follow me,' the woman said, leading Bidegla into the government building.

Although some people noticed Bidegla on the way, he was simply too unattractive, and they immediately averted their gaze, not wanting to look at him a second time.

Before long, the woman brought Bidegla into the government courtyard and up to the second floor.

From a distance, Bidegla could hear the voice of an old man saying, 'I swear, everything I said is true. That young man really did commit murder. I'll stake my life on it.'

That voice was very familiar to Bidegla; who else could it be but the person he was looking for?

'Alright, the room is over there. I've brought you this far; go in by yourself,' the woman said, then turned and walked away, not wanting to be seen standing next to Bidegla.

After bringing him in, she didn't know how many people had given her dirty looks, so if she stood with Bidegla again, it would be surprising if she didn't go mad.

Upon reaching the door of the room, Bidegla saw several people sitting inside, and the old man seemed to still be under questioning.

'Whom are you looking for?' someone asked upon seeing Bidegla.

'Oh, I'm looking for my second uncle,' Bidegla replied, looking somewhat embarrassed.

'You've come to the wrong place. Go look elsewhere,' a person waved impatiently.

'Oh, my second uncle is him,' Bidegla said, pointing to the old man."

"Ah?" At that moment, the old man turned and looked at Bidegla with a puzzled expression.

"Who are you?" the old man asked, completely bewildered.

"Uncle, it's me. I am your nephew. You said I could come to seek refuge with you once you became prosperous. Now I am so poor that I can't even afford a meal. If you don't help me, I might starve to death."

"What?" Upon hearing Bidegla's words, the old man became even more perplexed.