"This is your reward for going to North Africa."

Old man Oliver carefully took out two crumpled hundred-dollar bills from a well-wrapped rag and handed them to Alex who was looking at him eagerly.

Alex didn't understand. The mission he was carrying out was so dangerous, his enemy was so powerful, the benefits obtained by the client were so huge, but in the end, what he gained was so little.

Where did the old man get these top-notch missions for himself?

Every time I was in danger of death, but the reward I got was only fifty or a hundred NR. That was not bad, there were still three or two NR...

Whenever he thought of this, Alex wanted to cry.

After receiving the two hundred NR that he exchanged for his life, what Alex wanted to curse the most was,

"Fuck it!"

Although he is an orphan and has been without a mother since childhood.

Having learned Kung Fu for fifteen years and read books for fifteen years from Old Man Oliver who raised me, I can be considered a man of both civil and military talents, right?

In ancient times, he would be a top scholar in both civil and military examinations, but he is being treated like a laborer... When will this day end?

I heard that building houses for others in the city can earn tens of thousands of NR a year, but I work so hard every day and only make 1,800 NR a year...

"Old man, are you kidding me? Two hundred NR? I doubt you are deducting my salary."

Alex had suspected this matter more than once, but the old man wore the same clothes and ate the same food as him, and he didn't look like a rich man.

"It's good enough to get some money. Do you think it's so easy to make money nowadays?"

Old Man Oliver rolled his bulging eyes and said unhappily, "What? You don't want it? If you don't want it, just give

it back to me. I haven't been to the snack bar at Widow Lady Wang's house at the end of the village for a long time."

"…"

Alex really wanted to beat up the skinny old man in front of him, but he knew that the result of doing so would be getting beaten up.

Alex himself didn't know how powerful Old Man Oliver's kung fu was.

All I know is that every time he practiced martial arts with me, he never used his full strength.

Just when his kung fu had reached a higher level, he suddenly discovered that the old man's kung fu had also reached a higher level, and he was still defeated by him.

"Well, you've been through enough over the years, and it's almost time for that big event."

Old Man Oliver didn't even raise his eyelids, he sat cross-legged on the kang, tapping the plate of fennel beans infront of him: "If you complete this task, you will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life!"

"Is this true or false?"

Alex knew that since he was picked up by the old man when he was three years old, he had been learning kung fu, medical skills, and other knowledge from the old man, all in order to do something big!

However, Alex doubted whether the reward for this major event was as much as the old man said. One task could support one's life for a lifetime.

"When have I ever lied to you?"

Old Man Oliver threw another fennel bean into his mouth: "Are you going or not? If not, I'll change someone else."

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"Go, of course I'll go!"

Alex thought to himself, only a fool would not go for such a good opportunity!

One task can eat up your whole life, so you won't have to go through so much suffering in the future.

Even if it is a dangerous place, it is worth fighting for!

"Well, then go ahead. Go to york City, Coke Group, and find a man named Albert Coke. He will tell you what to do next."

An imperceptible sly smile flashed across Old Man Oliver's lips: "But you have to think carefully. Once you accept this mission, you must do it and you can't quit halfway."

"Why? Why don't you let people run away when there's danger?"

Alex is not the kind of stubborn person. He will never do anything even if he knows it will lead to his death.

"Little Alex , I have raised you for fifteen years, provided you with food and drink, bought you a laptop, and bought you a 3G network card..."

The old man rolled his eyes and started to nag non-stop: "You have so many questions when I ask you to do something, don't push me!"

"Depend on!"

Alex was furious after hearing what the old man said: "You raised me for the first three years. Since I was six, I cooked, chopped wood, and made straw sandals to earn money to support you. Don't force me!"

"Don't think I don't know what you're secretly watching on the computer in the middle of the night!"

The old man glared at me and said, "You forced me to say this! And you were facing the computer..."

"Okay... I'll go... I won't run away, okay?" 

Alex's face turned red. He didn't expect that such a secret thing he did was

discovered by this old guy. It was so damn embarrassing.

If he continues talking, who knows, he might mention something inappropriate for children.

So, under the coercion and inducement of Old Man Oliver, Alex packed his bags, boarded a train heading north, and traveled thousands of miles to York City, a modern international metropolis.

Sitting on the train, Alex was still looking forward to this mission. He dreamed of retiring after completing one mission.

Although from what Old Man Oliver said, it can be felt that this task does not seem to be simple.

Well, it's challenging only when it's not easy!

"Pah."

A pockmarked man sitting opposite Alex opened a can of Coke and threw the pull ring on the table.

A short-haired guy beside the man pretended not to care, picked up the pull ring, and fiddled with it in his hand.

After fiddOliverg with it for a few times, he suddenly shouted:

"Wow! Wow! Wow! First prize!"

Although Flathead's voice did not seem very loud in the noisy train carriage, the passengers sitting nearby heard it and looked towards him.

The pockmarked man was no exception. When he saw that the ring in the flat-headed man's hand was the one he

had just dropped, his expression suddenly became a little unnatural: "Give it back to me, it's mine..."

"What do you mean yours? Where is your name written?"

The flat-headed man took back his right hand, tightly grasped the ring in his hand, and glared at him, "Your name is First Prize?"

"No... I didn't ask for the first prize... I lost the pull ring of the first prize..."

Seeing the ferocious look of the short-haired man, the pockmarked man became a little timid, but he didn't want to lose what he deserved, so he looked at Pull the ring with trepidation.

"You also said that you lost it. Since you lost it, whoever picks it up belongs to him."

The guy with the flat head snorted and said with disdain.

"Hey, how could you be like this?"

The pockmarked man suddenly became anxious and shouted to the passenger sitting opposite him, a man with glasses sitting to the left of Alex,

"Sir, you look like a scholar. Please judge for yourself. How can he be like this? Isn't this just being a rogue?"

"Who's playing rogue?"

The guy with the flat head was also unhappy, and he turned his head to the man with glasses and said, "Sir, tell me, who should this pull ring belong to?"

"Hmm…"

The man with glasses pushed up his glasses, hesitated for a moment and said, "I am a university teacher. Since both of you trust me, I will judge for you."

"You say, you say!"

The pockmarked man and the crew-haired guy both nodded, looking anxiously at the man with glasses who claimed to be a university teacher.

"Logically speaking, this guy pulled the pull ring off the beverage can, so the thing should belong to him..."

The man with glasses was halfway through his words when his pockmarked face showed a smug expression. The man with the flat head suddenly became anxious and was about to say something, but the man with glasses waved his hand to stop him and continued:

"However, since this elder brother has already thrown away the pull ring and this brother picked it up, it should belong to this brother who came later..."

"But you also said that the ring was mine..."

When the man with pockmarked face heard what the man with glasses said, he immediately looked sad.

"In my opinion, why don't you two split the prize equally? This way, no one will suffer a loss!"

The man with glasses suggested.

"Divide…"

After hearing this, the flat-head hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "Okay, then we'll split up."

Perhaps the guy with the flat head felt that his reasoning was somewhat untenable, so he agreed to the suggestion of the guy with glasses.

The pockmarked man over there also saw that the pull ring was held in the hand of the short-haired guy. If he didn't agree, he might not get anything, so he might as well split it in half. So he nodded in agreement.

"Well, since you all agree, let's split up."

The bespectacled man took the can from the pockmarked man and looked at it. He said, "It says here that the first prize is 100,000 NR. After deducting 20% personal income tax, there will be 80,000 NR left. But since it's a bit troublesome to claim the prize, whoever of you goes to claim the prize can give the other person 30,000 NR, and then go claim the prize yourself. What do you think of this idea?"

"OK!"

The pockmarked face wanted to get some money, so he agreed directly: "Give me 30,000, and then you go to claim the prize!"