Chapter 650 428: Mission [1]

2:41 PM.

The time was so precise because a giant clock stood in the center of the square ahead. Its hands moved slowly, and a digital display showed the numbers below it.

May has thirty-one days.

The slaughter day begins on June 7th.

Including today, that meant there were exactly nine days left until the slaughter day began.

After all, this was just a Trial World.

If they only focused on the main quest—surviving for thirty days—it wouldn't actually be too difficult.

Under normal circumstances, as long as they left Shenmu City, found a remote place to lie low, and stored enough food, their chances of survival were quite high.

Of course, that was assuming they didn't run into any Yin Beasts.

As for Hu Qi and the other two, they certainly wouldn't be satisfied with merely surviving for thirty days.

Completing more side quests was undoubtedly the best course of action.

Before the slaughter day arrived, there were currently only two side quests available.

First, they could try to make an impression on this world's protagonist, Hakawa Yuuma.

Second, they could acquire five million Sakura Coins.

Considering that in this modern world, everything—food, clothing, housing, and transportation—required money.

The first quest could wait. The immediate priority was to secure some funds.

With money, finding the protagonist would be much smoother, and they could complete the second side quest—"Wealth"—along the way.

However, after a brief investigation, they discovered that in this world's monetary system, an average person's monthly salary was only about five thousand Sakura Coins.

At that rate, earning five million would take over eighty-three years of work.

And they only had thirty days in this world.

Plus, they needed to gather the full amount before the slaughter day.

That meant they had less than nine days.

To complete Side Quest 2: Wealth, the normal methods were clearly out of the question.

They had to find another way.

...

Time passed, and the sun began to set.

The last golden rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting dappled light and shadows on the hood of a luxury sedan.

Matsubara Yasuo raised his hand and glanced at his watch. 6:45 PM.

The business dinner had ended earlier than expected, a rare occurrence in his packed schedule.

"Take me straight home, Xiaochen."

Matsubara Yasuo said to the driver in front of him, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

His fifty-eight-year-old body could no longer handle a nonstop work schedule as easily as it had in his youth.

"Oh, right. Send someone to take care of that senior who's after Xiaoying.

He actually dared to make a move on my daughter. I don't want him to see tomorrow's sunrise."

Matsubara Yasuo added casually, as if it were an afterthought.

"Yes, Master!"

The dark-skinned man driving nodded in understanding.

Matsubara Yasuo loosened his tie and leaned back against the seat.

His gaze drifted to the urban landscape speeding past the window.

His thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the days of living on the edge.

Back then, he was just an insignificant gang leader, clawing his way up with his fists and his ferocity.

Plenty of people had died by his hand.

Later, after nearly getting taken down by a murder case, combined with societal reforms and his advancing age, he had a sudden awakening, pulled back in time, and used his blood money to go legitimate, laundering it through business.

Now, he was the city's largest real estate developer, connected to nearly half of its high-rises and skyscrapers.

Not only that, but he also had a son and a daughter, and a harmonious family life.

But sometimes, he still resorted to bloody methods.

After all, such methods were often the most effective way to solve problems.

Soon, the car entered a residential complex called Qinglu Mountain Villa as the sky turned completely dark.

This villa district was a high-end residential project Matsubara Yasuo had developed several years ago, and naturally, he had kept the best-located one for himself.

It was a three-story European-style building.

Under the carefully designed landscape lighting, it appeared both stately and luxurious.

Matsubara Yasuo got out of the car and looked toward the entrance.

'That's strange, there's no one here. Weren't they supposed to come greet me? Are they planning a surprise?'

An image of his two mischievous children popped into his head, and the corners of his mouth lifted into an unconscious smile.

Similar situations had happened before, so he didn't think much of it.

After all, the complex's security personnel were all retired soldiers he had hired at great expense, and his own villa was protected by elite retired mercenaries acting as private security. There was absolutely no question about its safety.

However, the moment he stepped through the main gate, he felt something hard press against his forehead.

His pupils contracted instinctively. He focused his eyes and saw it was the pitch-black barrel of a gun.

The man holding the gun was dressed in camouflage. He was large and powerfully built, and a thin scar on his face gave him a fierce look.