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Chapter 650: Ashamed

Ashamed . . .

"Darn it..."

Boundless Saint was seething with frustration over his companion\'s actions. With a heavy sigh, he stepped over and delivered a swift kick. "What are you doing? Each bundle contains one hundred notes, and they\'re all identical. Can\'t you simply count them in groups? We tallied it a few minutes ago. You\'re being incredibly inefficient..."

"Do you honestly think Feng Monarch would take your money? Besides, you\'re wealthy now! Would you worry about a note or two in a bundle? This way, it will take you a lifetime to finish counting!"

"And why do you keep staring? I know you\'re illiterate!" Boundless Saint muttered, a mix of frustration and disappointment in his voice.

He was deeply ashamed by their behavior.

"Why are my men such a bunch of fools?" he wondered.

Tiger Lei, in the meantime, continued to count his money, bundle by bundle. "One, two, three, four... eleven, twelve, thirteen..." His stack of money grew higher.

The others observed him and his accumulating pile of wealth, thinking they\'d soon have the same fortune.

"Wait...?" Tiger Lei suddenly looked up at his companions and scratched his head. Clutching one bundle of notes, he inquired, "Where was I in the counting?"

His innocent, bewildered, and slightly embarrassed tone made the others burst into laughter.

The room echoed with their amusement.

Cha Eun Xiao, Bing-Er, Ning Biluo, Zhao Pingtian, Wan Zhenghao—everyone succumbed to laughter.

Bing-Er mused, "So, this is what an assassin is like? How fascinating!"

Wan Zhenghao reflected, "Is this what assassins look like? If I had known that such a small amount of money could defeat an assassin so easily, why was I afraid of them? I could have solved everything with money. It\'s embarrassing."

Ning Biluo pondered, "These can\'t be Boundless Lake assassins. They pursued me relentlessly for so long. This is humiliating."

Zhao Pingtian fumed, "What in the world? He\'s an assassin? Give me my sword. I\'ll chop his head off... He\'s disgracing us all. Actually, not a sword. I should use a knife. That would be quite satisfying."

Liu Changjun resigned himself, "Well, never mind. He\'s a rich man now. He\'s no longer an assassin. It makes sense. He should be a fool."

The other golden label assassins couldn\'t even comprehend the situation. They thought, "Who is Tiger Lei? We don\'t know him, and we never will."

Boundless Saint\'s face darkened even further. He looked as if he might consume someone whole. "I... I... I can\'t... You shameless... I... I\'m going to have a stroke..."

The situation was undeniably disgraceful.

In such a critical moment, under the watchful gaze of so many, with the prospect of becoming billionaires on the horizon, a sense of decorum had utterly vanished.

Tiger Lei blinked sadly. "Saint, please don\'t look at me like that... I... Ah... I can\'t read... You know that! How could I count such a vast sum of money? I didn\'t mean to..."

Boundless Saint sighed, rolled his eyes, and remained silent, utterly lost for words.

Wan Zhenghao approached and suggested, "You can\'t just stop here. I can see it\'s a bit challenging for you to count this on your own. How about this: I\'ll have my men take care of the counting for you. It should speed things up. What do you think?"

Boundless Saint gratefully bowed, exclaiming, "Great! Thank you, Boss Wan. You\'re truly generous!"

He then turned to his thirteen assassins, his words laced with frustration. "I see now. You\'re never useful in decent situations! It\'s like serving rotten meat on a fine dining table. When people treat you like men, you behave like donkeys in a stable, even braying like them. And when people don\'t treat you as men, you get mad and start fights. I don\'t know how I ended up with such a bunch of dimwitted brothers. I\'ll be damned."

"Dealing with these idiots always gets on my nerves. It must be my punishment," he continued, sighing and sounding deeply mournful. "I recruited them myself... It\'s my fault..."

Boundless Saint\'s self-deprecation continued, and he sounded genuinely sorrowful.

Shortly after, a group of accountants emerged from the counting house, their faces filled with terror. They had never experienced anything like this before.

These were the world\'s top assassins, each a prominent figure in the martial world. Having to perform the count under their watch was an incredibly challenging task for the accountants. Wan Zhenghao shared their frustration and couldn\'t believe the fear they were exhibiting. While he could somewhat understand his men\'s ignorance, these accountants should have been more professional. They seemed overwhelmed by fear.

Wan Zhenghao sternly admonished them, "What\'s the matter with you? You\'re accountants, and you work for Ling-Bao Hall. These assassins may not have seen this much money before, but you certainly have. You\'re all acting like cowards! Can\'t you be professional? Where\'s your sense of responsibility? Get to work! Do it quickly, and do it well!"

The accountants exchanged incredulous glances at their boss. They couldn\'t fathom his audacity. "What\'s going on? Everyone is aware of the assassins\' reputation, but now Boss Wan seems fearless? These are the world\'s top assassins here. How is he not afraid?"

As they gazed at Wan Zhenghao, they concluded, "If Boss Wan, who fears assassins the most, isn\'t afraid, why should we be? It\'s only counting money. Let\'s do this!"

However, once they finished counting four billion for each of the thirteen assassins, they were drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. They looked as though they might collapse at any moment.

Even though they claimed they wouldn\'t be scared, how could they avoid feeling fear? Over a dozen elite assassins intently watched over them. The pressure was immense.

Four billion in each space ring.

In the Land of Han-Yang, space rings were rare and invaluable. Yet, once Cha Eun Xiao had broken through the Sky Origin Stage, creating them became a simple task.

A space ring was created by compressing space into a small area and permanently sealing it within an object, such as a ring, bracelet, necklace, or waistband. As long as one reached the Sky Origin Stage, they could manipulate Space Power. The inhabitants of the Land of Han-Yang were unfamiliar with this power. Even if they were aware of it, they couldn\'t harness it properly. However, Cha Eun Xiao, having once reached the Dao Origin Stage, was a master of using Space Power.

Nonetheless, the space ring he could create had a limited capacity. The size of the space depended on his actual cultivation level. Cha Eun Xiao had reached the highest levels of the Sky Origin Stage, enabling him to create space rings with approximately one hundred square meters of storage—considered relatively small.