A week had passed since he received the fifty million.
During that week, aside from the initial news released at the press conference, Tony had surprisingly stayed out of any tabloid gossip.
He was unusually well-behaved.
However, Blaine understood—Tony's sudden disappearance would likely end with his dramatic return as Iron Man.
During this time, Blaine's hands had been itching.
After acquiring so many abilities, not putting them to use left him feeling uncomfortable.
So, he made a decision.
To emerge from hiding!
To continue making money!
Blaine wasn't the type to wait until he was broke to start working again.
Money—no one ever thinks they have too much.
Especially for a Bounty Hunter like Blaine, who improved his strength through money—it wouldn't be wrong to say that money was his life.
But it hadn't been long since he last took a leave of absence.
Asking his teacher for time off again clearly wasn't going to work.
So, this time, Blaine went straight past his teacher and approached the principal.
And he offered to donate a building to the school.
Even though he had already spent over twenty million, the fifty million in cash was still sitting untouched in his bank account.
When Blaine mentioned donating a building and displayed his financial capability, the previously stern, imposing, unsmiling white-bearded principal instantly transformed into a "friendly" old man.
In a capitalist country, money truly is everything.
Blaine sighed a little.
He had already been granted leave. In fact, the old man even said from now on, it didn't matter whether he showed up or not—come if you want, leave if you want, total freedom.
Money really was incredibly useful.
For the first time, Blaine truly experienced the convenience brought by having lots of money.
Night fell.
Dressed in his Hunter gear, carrying the simple yet stylish Elemental Bow on his back, along with a quiver of regular arrows, Blaine moved like a shadow, silently returning to the underground market he had visited last time.
The task to eliminate Tony and claim his head was still pinned at the top of the mission list.
Still untouched—no one had dared take it besides Blaine that one time.
After all, Tony wasn't an ordinary rich guy. He had ties to the military. The only reason these people could drink and party here in peace was because the military hadn't cracked down on them—yet.
The U.S. was a strong country. If they really decided to get serious, just a few agents would be enough to take them down.
So no one dared to touch the "Tony" mission. It was taboo.
But to Blaine's surprise, there was now another mission ranked alongside the Tony one at the top of the list.
[Hunt the Shapeshifter]
Bounty: Ten million.
Blaine narrowed his eyes.
Shapeshifter?
He suddenly recalled a TV show he had watched.
The bounty was appealing and suited him perfectly, so he decided to accept the task.
But just as he was about to take it, something unexpected happened.
"Hey bro, you back? Took care of Tony yet?"
A burly Black man drinking nearby suddenly mocked him with a sneer and raised his glass in mock toast.
As soon as he said that, the others around joined in with mocking laughter.
Blaine recognized him.
He was one of the guys who mocked him the last time he accepted the Tony mission.
A dangerous glint flashed in Blaine's eyes.
"Bro."
The man, unaware he had just become Blaine's target, swaggered over and tried to throw an arm around Blaine's shoulder.
"Don't overestimate yourself. Guys like me usually only take jobs worth a few million. Why'd you go straight for tens of millions? Why reach so far beyond your grasp?"
His muscular right arm suddenly moved faster—clearly, he wanted to teach the "overconfident newbie" a lesson.
No one else tried to stop it. Instead, they egged it on.
This was an underground market, after all—chaotic and full of shady types. Fights were common.
Sigh, Blaine thought, Next time, I should just use the online Hunter site. Coming to places like this isn't worth it.
With a swift move of his left hand, Blaine struck the man away.
Caught off guard—and under Blaine's overwhelming strength—the man, despite all his muscles and weapons strapped to his body, flew like paper and crashed into the bar with a loud bang.
Bottles shattered, people screamed excitedly, and the already chaotic market erupted into a frenzy.
The man felt dizzy and dazed, but the sharp pain from smashing into the bar quickly brought him back to his senses.
"You bastard! You're dead!"
A bloodthirsty look flashed in his eyes as he roared and reached for his knife.
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