Without hesitation, he began transferring all the real estate under the old man's name.
His fingers moved quickly, almost eagerly, as if afraid that the opportunity might vanish if he slowed down.
The old man carefully checked every clause and agreement, his eyes sharp and calculating, before finally reaching down and lifting a massive bag onto the table.
The dull thud echoed in the room. Raymond's lips curved into a wide grin.
When he opened the bag and counted the contents, his hands trembled slightly.
Zombie crystals gleamed back at him, cold and heavy. When he finished counting, his breath caught.
Nearly five million zombie crystals.
Enough to live inside the base without worry for a very long time.
With a satisfied smile, Raymond gathered the bag and left. Dragging it, however, proved far more difficult than he had anticipated.
The weight pulled at his arms, and sweat quickly soaked his clothes as he struggled across the floor.
