Chapter 740 - 100: Continuous Luck
"After sending off Weng Ni and the other members of the Earth Tyrant Organization, Han Zhan found himself with quite a few smashed-open gold coins in his hand.
He roughly counted them and found there were a few hundred.
That amount could match the salary of the four of them for dozens of days.
Some other prisoners around them had also witnessed what just happened, and in their eyes, Han Zhan and his group’s image suddenly became quite incredible.
Carrying this bag of unexpectedly lucky spoils, Han Zhan walked over to the prisoner who had one gold coin snatched from him earlier.
Ding.
A gold coin was flicked out from Han Zhan’s hand, landing perfectly in the latter’s grasp.
The prisoner looked up at Han Zhan in bewilderment.
"This one was taken from you by the Earth Tyrant Organization just now, so I’m returning it to you."
"This... this... I... sir..." stammered the young man.
"No need to say much. We’re not the Earth Tyrant Organization, and there’s no need for us to seize your achievements or bully the weak."
With those words, Han Zhan turned and walked toward another place.
There, Paru was hard at work, diligently smashing gold coins one by one.
It wasn’t until Han Zhan appeared in front of him that he looked up to meet his gaze.
Without any unnecessary words, Han Zhan produced ten gold coins and placed them in front of Paru.
"This is your payment. Thank you for the information you provided."
"Also, I’d like to give another ten to ask you to pass on to Will as thanks."
Hearing Han Zhan’s words, Paru paused slightly in his coin smashing.
He looked up at the gold coins before him, and a faint smile appeared on his eternally solemn face.
"You’re a man of your word."
"But I can’t pass these to Will for you."
As Paru collected his ten gold coins, he shook his head.
"Why?"
"Because he’s almost back; you can give them to him yourself."
As if in alignment with what he said.
A sound of footsteps came from afar.
With a stature like a lion, Will appeared in Han Zhan’s line of sight.
He was tall and well-recognizable, striding briskly their way.
"Will," Paru called out his name, "this young man wants to thank you."
"He just scared away the Earth Tyrant Organization’s leader and made a handsome profit."
Upon hearing Paru’s words, Will gave a slight nod.
He was nearly twice as broad as Han Zhan and a head taller.
When standing in front, this became even more apparent.
With a massive shadow, he enveloped Paru entirely. Extending a rough hand, he grabbed the ten gold coins from the table and weighed them in his hand.
"You’re not bad."
"Actually, during my time away, I’ve already used special channels to gather information about you. I didn’t expect you’d give me such a surprise."
"Our information?" Han Zhan asked in surprise.
"Yes." Will’s gaze fell on Han Zhan, complex and thoughtful. "You and your lover Luo Qiuhong."
"Your love story is quite moving and poignant."
"One would have thought that two people reuniting after such trials would live happily ever after, yet you’ve both ended up in Death Row Paradise."
Will sighed heavily at this point.
No.
Wait a minute?
"Where did you hear this tragic love story from?" Han Zhan’s mouth twitched as he asked.
"The entire Paradise has probably heard it by now. There are three self-proclaimed third-rate writers who penned this book together, and have already updated it to show you falsely accused and sent to Death Row Paradise, facing various trials, and finally earning enough gold coins to leave."
When he heard "three third-rate writers," three figures with very distinct sartorial styles came vividly to Han Zhan’s mind.
And their promises to him inside the Third-Rate Writer Bar then flashed by.
:"I’m going to make you the protagonist of my next book!"
:"I’m going to make you the heroine of my next book!"
This is truly staying true to their original intentions!
"Forget that sentimental love story, it can’t be the truth," Han Zhan earnestly said.
"I know, but people only want to believe what they choose to believe," Will shrugged.
Back to business.
"Let’s talk about something else; for example, I’ve heard you were exiled here because you scammed the God of Pure Beauty."
"It was a trap, though objectively speaking, that’s indeed what happened."
Upon hearing Han Zhan’s roundabout admission, Will couldn’t help but click his tongue lightly.
"Perhaps we should converse somewhere else; standing here seems disrespectful to our new guests."
Will looked toward Paru, who nodded in agreement.
Thus, invited and led by Will, they came to a place somewhat remote from the Gold Coin Mountain.
Here, several tents formed a relatively simple camp.
Paru skillfully fiddled around for a while, resulting in a campfire slowly rising up.
Next, he produced food and beverages, placing them in front of everyone.
"To have food, drink, and sleep just upon arriving at Death Row Paradise, how lucky," Chen Dubei said, touching his belly with admiration.
Shang Jianyue and Luo Qiuhong both caught the undertone in his words but said nothing.
Han Zhan accepted a steak from Will, the sizzling and dripping beef simply seasoned with salt and black pepper. Will was quite skilled at barbecue, the aroma filling the air.
Will grabbed a steak with one hand and lifted a full cup of drink with the other, clinking it lightly with Han Zhan before taking a big swig.
"Where do you get this food and drink from?" Han Zhan asked after taking a sip, finding the drink rather decent.
"Paradise has specific supply stations. They expect us to work for them; how could they let us starve to death."
"However, if you want to enjoy more, you have to work even harder."
It sounds a lot like exploitation...Han Zhan shifted topics, continuing his questions: "Is it true that if there are no gold coins in the account, one would actually die?"
"If you choose to stay on Pure Beauty Star, no. But as soon as you leave Pure Beauty Star, you would die immediately."
Will’s answer was consistent with Chen Dubei’s previous explanation.
Han Zhan proceeded to ask a third question, one he was most concerned about:
"Is there any other way for those exiled to Death Row Paradise to leave, besides paying off the gold coins owed to Paradise?"
"I know that becoming a boxer for the Life Span Boxing Ring, like Earthquake Star Weng Lu, allows one to leave Death Row Paradise."
"But I’m asking if there are any other ways, to earn more gold coins to leave Death Row Paradise."
Upon hearing Han Zhan’s inquiry, Will and Paru exchanged glances.
Will withdrew his gaze and lifted his wineglass high toward Han Zhan before downing the rest of the drink.
"Before answering your question, I’d like to tell you a story."
"I have drinks and roast meat. Are you interested in listening?"