Chapter 187 - 139
Allen swung onto his motorcycle, ready to take off.
"Don’t you want the guy anymore?" mocked Short Tail.
Feis responded without a word, just flipped him the bird, "I don’t want to see him again!"
Rachel stroked his little mustache, glanced at this Poison Worm, and waved impatiently, "Just bury him. Someone’s got to do the dirty work! Why not us?"
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Allen Zhang drove back to the camp in the city, feeling a bit sour. Originally, he could have hogged all the profits, but this complication came up, and after someone else went and got the money, he had to share it with everyone.
He took out the $7500 payment, kept $5000 for himself including fuel and vehicle maintenance costs, and let the others split the remaining $2500.
Richie and the others were overjoyed, thanking him profusely. They just ran an errand and each got a hundred dollars, wishing such things could happen more often. Following the General Sect Leader meant good eating and drinking!
They took the money and hurriedly left the camp to spend it in nearby clubs and bars, all drunks and those who live paycheck to paycheck.
Sieg was much more prudent, saving most of the money he got from the dividends for a rainy day.