Lake Heart Island, Mammon Manor.
The members of the Foolsâ Association gathered here, each wearing smiles, filled with the joy that only exquisite food can bring.
Mammon sat in the main seat, clapping his hands: "Delicious, this dishâs side ingredients are just so delicious. Omen Star didnât disappoint me, really saved her."
Shaya took a sip of red wine, lazily saying: "I donât believe thereâs true friendship in this city. If you ask me, the bounty wasnât high enough; otherwise, Su Mo wouldâve taken her head."
Al said with interest: "How about we raise the bounty, add another 500 million, make it a billion, and see how Su Mo reacts?"
Huang Wenlongâs eyes lit up, he slapped his thigh hard: "This is a good idea, I agree! Everyone can split this team-building fee equally, just chip in another 20 million each."
Upon hearing about contributing another 20 million, a man at the end of the banquet table couldnât help but stand up: "You guys are going too far! We already paid 20 million, now another 20 million? No matter how rich one is, no one can withstand this!"
The atmosphere abruptly turned stiff, everyone glancing at the man who spoke.
Mammon remained calm, shrugged at him: "Youâre new here, right? I told you when you joined, this is a place that pursues happiness, and weâre willing to give everything for it."
Shaya lazily replied: "Many past members were just like you, came in with a small fortune of hundreds of millions, and they all went bankrupt playing with us. Canât stand giving just tens of millions?"
Huang Wenlong also ridiculed: "Exactly, if you donât even have the awareness to go bankrupt, why join the Foolsâ Association? If moneyâs tight, itâs okay, bring collateral for a loan at my bank, Iâll let someone give you the green channel~"
The man clenched his teeth in anger, pointing his fingers at them: "I thought you just liked having fun, didnât expect you to be a bunch of lunatics! Iâm done with this, consider the previous 20 million a gift!"
Mammon gestured towards the banquet hallâs door: "Take care, wonât see you off."
The man turned and left.
Mammon beckoned to the butler and received a shotgun from him, firing it at the manâs back with a "boom."
"Thud." The man fell into a pool of blood, limbs twitching and struggling, choking on blood with a dying wail.
The atmosphere plunged into deathly silence.
A moment later, the first laugh erupted, everyone chortling, pointing at the man.
"You were really going to leave, huh?"
"Itâs hilarious, he didnât really think someone could leave the Foolsâ Association alive, did he?"
"Iâll put 1 million moon currency on him dying in 30 seconds, anyone want to bet against me?"
"What was his companyâs name again? Tomorrow the stock price will plummet for sure, we should short it, maybe we can make back this team-building fee~"
Mammon placed the gun on the table, signaling for silence, then smiled: "Every year we recruit new members, and every year there are losers who canât handle it."
"Let me reiterate, joining the Foolsâ Association means playing along till the end. I donât accept quits halfway."
"If moneyâs tight, itâs okay, just let me know, I can lend you some."
"If you end up bankrupt, no worries, just live at my place. This manor has plenty of empty rooms, more than enough to support a few people."
"Joining the Foolsâ Association, weâre all good friends, play when you can, rest if you canât. If someone tries to run halfway..."
Mammon picked up the gun again, "boom" a shot to finish off the man completely.
"Thatâs the outcome. Butler, throw him to the back hill to feed my hunting dogs."
The butler nodded slightly, instructed the attendants to remove the body, and the blood was quickly cleaned.
After the episode, Al cleared his throat, bringing the topic back on track: "So that extra 500 million, are we transferring it to my account? Iâll have someone raise the bounty on the dark web."
Mammon signaled to stop, slowly said: "I think raising the bounty isnât necessary, it doesnât mean much, wonât stir anything new."
"Those who can be swayed by money are already here. Those who canât be moved by money, even more money wonât help."
Huang Wenlong sighed: "The key is the person has already escaped. This meal cut midway, feels unsatisfying."
Mammon showed a mysterious smile: "You donât understand, do you? Do you know what the most important thing is in a top-notch culinary experience?"
"Whatâs most important is the ever-changing texture."
Huang Wenlong: "What does the chairman mean?"
Mammon: "A dish is unfinished, but new ingredients are delivered, we should be happy about it~"
He finished speaking, made a gesture, and Su Moâs image appeared on the holographic display.
Everyoneâs faces lit up with delight, laughing and applauding.
Mammon smirked: "The previous dish is almost done, letâs leave it at that. Now, letâs feast on him, on the Edge."
Shaya licked her lips, filled with anticipation: "Omen Star, this ingredient must be more delicious than Silent Death God...but heâs a current mercenary, the original cooking methods seem unsuitable."
Mammon: "Relax, Iâve already thought it through~"
He picked up the phone, dialed: "Son, didnât get to kill him, feeling bad, right? Haha, donât sulk, dad has thought of a new way to play~"
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After Nuobai was secretly transferred, Edge Mansion lost its significance for an attack.
All the mercenaries and killers stopped entangling with Edge Mansion and went to track Nuobai down.
However, Edge Mansionâs security work didnât slack off, still maintaining the original alertness to prevent someone from kidnapping team members to threaten Su Mo.