Trading system, I exchanged vegetables for golden pills.

In the afternoon, the middle-aged man with the scar slowly woke up, staring at the ceiling with a somewhat vacant look in his eyes.

It felt like I was having a very, very long dream.

A dream?! Yes, it must be a dream.

It was all a dream. How could he possibly have a terminal illness? It scared him to death!

"Big brother, you're awake?" one of the henchmen exclaimed in surprise.

"Big brother, are you alright? That doctor at the Chinese medicine clinic was right! How are you feeling now?" another henchman asked worriedly.

The middle-aged man with the scar initially thought it was all a dream, a false alarm!

Upon hearing this, I almost fainted on the spot.

It wasn't a dream after all... it was all real...

You f***ing...

Can we please not bring this up? Can't we let him be happy for a while first?

The middle-aged man with the scar was utterly despondent and no longer capable of rational thought.

His four younger brothers surrounded his bedside, watching him with concern.

The man who vomited blood and fell unconscious was among them.

He had been awake for quite some time. The doctor said he had suffered internal injuries and could not engage in strenuous exercise, so he was in a wheelchair.

"Brother, brother, say something, brother! Should I call the doctor over?" the man in the wheelchair asked with concern.

The young man with the hoarse voice waved his hand: "Quiet down, everyone. The doctor said my brother is in the late stages. Let him rest well; every day he lives is a day more!"

The middle-aged man with the scar felt like he couldn't catch his breath, and his fingers trembled slightly as he pointed at them!

Do you want to listen to the bullshit you're spouting?

What does it mean to live one more day is one more day?

He's not dead yet!

These brats, if they can't speak properly, they should go study. What kind of person did he take in this bunch of scoundrels?

孽 孽!

The young man with the hoarse voice quickly stepped forward: "Brother, what's wrong? Why are you in so much pain? We don't have any money for your treatment. What's your bank card PIN? We'll go withdraw some money to pay your hospital fees!"

The man in the wheelchair nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, brother, I asked the doctor. Your condition will cost a lot of money. We brothers can't scrape together five figures; it's far from enough. Tell us your bank card and safe deposit box PINs!"

The other two younger brothers didn't say anything, but they also looked at their eldest brother nervously.

I don't know if they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to come up with the money after their older brother passed away, or if they had some other reason.

The scarred middle-aged man's hands trembled for a long time before he finally managed to utter a single word: "Get lost—"

The young man with the hoarse voice frowned: "Brother, that's not right. The brothers are so worried about you, you can't say that!"

The man in the wheelchair sighed, "Brother, you've been holding onto some of our money for years. Now that your days are numbered, it's time to come out. It can be used for your medical treatment, and we also need to make a living!"

"Yes, brother, you can't take all the money with you. It's time to hand it over. You only use a few common passwords. If we really wanted to take it ourselves, we could just try a few more times and figure it out. We still want you to take it out yourself, to maintain your dignity!"

"Brother, I agree with that. Give me that firearm in your safe. I'll lead the team from now on; you just focus on getting better!"

All four men shared the same goal: to get the scarred middle-aged man to hand over his money.

As for whether this money will be used to treat the middle-aged man with the scar? That seems to be no longer important.

The middle-aged man with the scar clearly realized this, which is why he was so angry.

These are the underlings he's been leading for several years!

Now that he has one foot in the ground, their true nature has been exposed!

They were already eyeing the money in his hand before he even left.

Some of the money he has does indeed belong to them.

This is one of the ways he controls them.

Take it out? Haha, if you take it out, everyone will scatter like birds and beasts, and you probably won't even leave him a hair.

In their view, treating illness? What's the point of treating it? Why waste money? The outcome is the same anyway.

But if he doesn't show it, then as his underlings said, he only uses a few passwords. These underlings have been with him for so long, they all know the passwords he usually uses.

People will do anything for money!

The scarred middle-aged man believed that if he really refused to pay everyone, he would be left here alone tomorrow, while his underlings would try to find out what he had to lose!

The middle-aged man with the scar had a complex look in his eyes: helplessness, grief, resentment, acceptance of fate, and resolve...

Finally, he slowly exhaled: "Help me up. Since you're so eager to divide the money, then divide it. That way, you won't have to keep thinking about it every day. After that, each of you can find your own way out!"

Everyone couldn't help but smile when they heard what the scarred middle-aged man said.

"Okay, okay, big brother, take it easy, let me help you up!" A henchman hurriedly stepped forward!

The man in the wheelchair stood up and offered his wheelchair to the middle-aged man with the scar: "Brother, you can sit in the wheelchair!"

The thought of receiving his share of the money made his injuries seem to heal better, and he no longer needed a wheelchair.

They didn't go through the discharge procedures; the group of five left the hospital directly.

After walking for a while, the middle-aged man with the scar looked in one direction: "What's going on over there? Why are so many people gathered there?"

"Hey, bro, looks like there's been an accident. It's none of our business. Let's go, the bank's about to close!" the young man with the hoarse voice said casually after glancing at the scene.

The middle-aged man with the scar nodded: "Let's go back to the apartment first; all my cards are in the safe!"

One of the henchmen volunteered, "Boss, why don't you tell me the safe's combination? I'll go back and get it for you, so you don't have to run back and forth!"

The middle-aged man with the scar glanced at the other man without saying a word, his direction unchanged, his attitude very clear.

The underling scratched his head sheepishly.

The group of five returned to the apartment!

The middle-aged man with the scar casually asked, "Where's the mistress?"

"He left at noon, saying he had something to take care of!"

The middle-aged man with the scar nodded and walked straight to the safe.

"Everyone step back and sit over there!" the scarred middle-aged man said coldly.

At this moment, everyone was afraid that their eldest brother would change his mind, so they all obediently stepped back a distance!

The middle-aged man with the scar looked at the positions of the group one by one before slowly opening the safe.

Inside the safe were stacks of cash and gold bars, two red booklets, and two iron lumps.

Of course, from other people's perspective, the contents of the safe cannot be seen.

The guy with the scar is a middle-aged man who can be a big boss, so he must have some skills.

The security measures are quite good; for so many years, no one has known exactly what's inside the safe!

He sneered inwardly. A bunch of idiots! Don't they realize that people in their line of work would never deposit their money in a bank?!

His entire fortune consisted of a million dollars in cash in the safe, gold bars worth five or six million dollars, and two properties.

Money is a precious thing; how could he bear to part with it?

Anyone who tries to take a share of his money will lose their life!

Anyway, he has nothing left to worry about!

Let's use this money to have a good time one last time, so that we won't have lived such a long and arduous life in vain!

The middle-aged man with the scar reached into the safe, placed his hand on two metal lumps, and his eyes gradually turned cold.