High Martial Arts: Become a God by Spending Money, Start by Spending All Your Compensation Funds

"it is good."

The skinny monkey didn't utter a single objection. He turned and pointed to two quick-handed hunters who went to clean up the insect corpses scattered on the ground.

An hour later, Skinny Monkey returned, clutching a crumpled notebook, his forehead dusty, and his voice hoarse.

"Brother Lin, the inventory is complete."

He opened the notebook and read each item clearly.

"You soloed ten mid-tier Tier 1 Shadow Spiders, eight late-tier Tier 1 Shadow Spiders, and five peak Tier 1 Shadow Spiders. Furthermore, you were the main force in the siege of the Spider King, so you deserve the greatest credit."

Lin Yun nodded and began to outline the allocation plan.

"The materials for the second-tier Spider King are worth around one million. There were six people involved in the siege. I contributed the most, so I'll take 30%. Bearded Man and Old Guo died in battle, but their families are still alive, so they'll each take 20%. Make sure the money reaches their families. The remaining 30% will be divided among the other three brothers who participated in the siege, 10% each."

Upon hearing this, the three hunters who were participating in the attack were stunned.

They thought they would be lucky to get a share of the soup, since Lin Yun was the key to killing the Spider King. They never expected that the distribution would actually be based on merit, and that so many shares would be given to those who died in battle.

"Brother Lin, this..."

Someone tried to say something, but Lin Yun interrupted them by raising his hand.

"Kindness is kindness, and life is life. What belongs to someone else belongs to them." Lin Yun said calmly. "The Spider Queen's materials were valued at 1.2 million, and Blackie killed her all by himself. Does Blackie have any family?"

Skinny Monkey shook his head, his voice even lower: "After his sister-in-law left, Brother Black had no family left."

After a moment's thought, Lin Yun immediately made a decision: "The beasts that Brother Hei killed will be divided equally among all the survivors of last night's battle."

Nobody objected.

Everyone knew that they survived last night entirely because Lin Yun remained calm and devised a plan under pressure, and because Blackie risked his life to block the Spider Queen.

Lin Yun received every single one of his own merits, and he didn't touch any that he shouldn't have. He distributed everything clearly, and no one could find fault with him.

Skinny Monkey immediately wrote down the distribution plan, and felt even more impressed with this young boy.

Unfortunately, Boss Chen at the outpost died, so the goods couldn't be shipped out on the spot.

Lin Yun planned to take the goods directly out of the occupied area. Merchants who were always waiting outside to buy the goods offered slightly lower prices than through official channels, but they were faster and more convenient, without having to go through the complicated procedures in the city.

After a busy day, everyone buried the deceased's body in an open area outside the stronghold.

Around 2 p.m., everyone packed their bags, carried the packed materials of the alien beasts, and left the abandoned shopping mall where they had stayed for nearly a month.

As soon as we stepped out of the cordon of the occupied area, we saw several trucks parked on the roadside, and a few buyers squatting by the roadside smoking.

Upon seeing someone come out, they immediately surrounded them.

Lin Yun separated his materials and found the merchant who offered the fairest price to inspect the goods and settle the payment.

The materials from the mid-to-late game and peak Shadow Spiders, plus the Spider King's 30% share, and the share that Blackie gets, add up to a total of 3.2 million.

When the merchant finished counting the transfer and the notification sounded on his phone, Lin Yun glanced down at his balance.

With the remaining 2.6 million in his account, his total assets reached 5.8 million.

This number should be enough to acquire a low-level Heaven-rank basic cultivation technique that allows one to reach the ultimate Foundation Establishment stage.

The other hunters also finished settling their accounts one after another, each with a look of relief on their faces.

Skinny Monkey came over to say goodbye to Lin Yun, saying that he would take the rest of the men back to the city first and send back the pensions of Bearded Beard and Old Guo.

Lin Yun gave a few words of advice and then parted ways with the others.

Instead of returning to his rented apartment, he booked a room at a nearby hotel with tight security.

Last night's fierce battles left me with several wounds, both large and small. In addition, the side effects of the combat stimulant were taking effect, leaving my muscles aching all over. I simply didn't have the strength to fight anymore.

Once inside the room, he took a hot shower, applied medicine to his wound, wrapped himself in a towel, and leaned against the bed before remembering to take out his phone from his backpack.

After turning on the computer, several unread messages popped up. The top one was from Su Nianhe, sent ten days ago.

"Lin Yun, the family has urgently summoned me back to the capital. I can't refuse. Take care of yourself."

Lin Yun paused for a moment, then replied with a message: "Okay, I just came out of District 33. Everything's fine. See you in the capital."

I sent the message and waited a few minutes, but there was no reply. I guess they were in closed-door intensive training and couldn't check their phones.

Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that Su Nianhe isn't in Qingcheng.

He's going to settle accounts with Wang Dalong next, and given Su Nianhe's personality, she'll definitely get involved if she finds out.

He didn't want to owe Su Nianhe any more favors; he wanted to settle this score himself.

After returning the 500,000 yuan he owed Su Nianhe, Lin Yun tossed his phone onto the bedside table and went to sleep.

I slept very soundly, without even having a dream.

When he opened his eyes again, the sky outside the window had gone from dark to light, and then back to dark again.

When I picked up my phone, I was surprised to find that it was already two days later.

The effects of the combat stimulant, combined with the fatigue from days of hunting, all subsided during this nap.

He moved his hands and feet; the wound on his left arm had scabbed over, and the scratch on his side was mostly healed, leaving only a faint red mark. His blood and energy were flowing smoothly, and he had completely recovered to his peak condition.

Lin Yun threw off the covers and got out of bed. He walked to the window and looked in the direction of the Wang family manor, his eyes gradually turning cold.

Now that the injury has healed, it's time to settle the score.

Lin Yun stood by the window, his fingertips lightly tapping the glass, his mind quickly processing the details of the Wang family.

The Wang family is one of the four major families in Qingcheng, with a long history and profound heritage.

The clan's patriarch, Old Master Wang, was a renowned martial arts master, only one step away from the Grandmaster realm, and wielded immense influence in Qingcheng.

Besides the old patriarch, there are at least four elders at the Martial Master level in the clan, and countless martial apprentice level experts from the collateral branches.

Forcing their way into the Wang family manor would be tantamount to walking into a trap. Forget about revenge; they might not even be able to get through the gate before being surrounded and killed.

If you want to take down Wang Dalong, you have to lure him out.

He turned around and pulled something out from the bottom of his backpack: the satellite phone he had seized when he killed Ah Gui.

This phone was not registered under a real name; it was a communication tool used exclusively by assassins, and it still contained Wang Dalong's number.

Lin Yun stared at the screen for a long time, then quickly typed a short message and sent it out.

"Mission accomplished. An accident occurred; head injury, temporary muteness. The target's belongings are in my possession; you'll definitely be interested. But the original reward wasn't enough; I'll add another 500,000. Tonight at 10 PM, abandoned sugar factory in the eastern suburbs; bring cash."

After sending the text message, he put away his phone, turned around, and left the hotel.

The afternoon sun was blazing. In the backyard of the Wang Family Manor villa, Wang Dalong was sunbathing on a lounge chair by the pool, while two servants massaged his shoulders.

Chilled fruit wine sat on the table; life was incredibly pleasant.

Just then, my personal cell phone, which was lying next to me, vibrated.

Wang Dalong lazily picked it up and glanced at it. The moment he saw the sender's name, he sat up abruptly, not even noticing that the towel on his body had slipped off.

It's Ah Gui's number.

After reading the message, he frowned, then a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

It turns out there was an accident, not that they ran away.

But this time, he actually tried to raise the price on the spot; he's practically asking for trouble!

The first price increase was one thing, but now that the task is complete, they dare to raise the price by another 500,000, clearly thinking he wouldn't dare not pay.

A murderous glint flashed in Wang Dalong's eyes.

He didn't want to pay the remaining two million, and since Ah Gui had delivered himself to his doorstep, he wouldn't be so ruthless.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number, his tone cold and hard: "Have Jiang Peng and Sun Biao come see me immediately."