Starting Cultivation in Wasteland-Chapter 547 - 417: Failed Fishing Expedition

Donatas stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his face solemn, frowning as he stared out the window.

The sky was overcast, much like his mood at the moment.

Back in the day, he and Poliana were as close as two peas in a pod, but ultimately couldn’t withstand the harsh reality.

Now, both had their own situations, and meeting again could only bring a sense of helplessness.

Donatas had once thought of rekindling old feelings, considering it a union of strengths, but Poliana rejected him without hesitation.

She didn’t say anything excessive, but the disdain in her eyes was uncontainable.

So they never met in private again, and at most just greeted each other when encountered in certain public places.

But yesterday and today, Donatas had no choice but to seek out Poliana, because he was in trouble.

The mining rights for the two mines he purchased were about to expire, and it was said that other forces had their eye on them.

The Imperial mines had two management methods: small-scale ones could be sold off, while large-scale ones were state-run.

State-run mines were not necessarily mined by the government; more often, the mining rights were sold, and income could increase later through taxation.

The two mines under Donatas’ control were far from being exhausted and were in their peak production period.

The two mines brought him substantial profits, which he was reluctant to give up easily.

However, such profits inevitably stirred people’s envy, and the one who once decided to sell the mining rights had been transferred.

The new person in charge naturally had their own interests to take care of, and this is how the world ceaselessly revolves.

Donatas wanted to win over the new supervisor, but they made it clear: the profit is big enough, you’ve had your share.

Eating from start to finish often doesn’t lead to a good outcome.

Donatas understood this principle, but... wasn’t he just unwilling to give up?

Now someone had made demands: if you could handle Poliana this or that way, there might be room to renegotiate the mining rights renewal...

He really had no choice.

Even if he gave up the renewal, the wealth he had accumulated over the years would allow him to live worry-free for life, but who would say no to more money?

Comparatively, those feelings from his youth should be let go... he was now just a businessman.

As he was lost in thought, there was a knock on the door, and in came a young woman, vibrant and sturdily built.

"Boss, Three Eyes is here, looking to visit you."

"Three Eyes?" Donatas snapped back to reality, then shook his head, "Forget it, tell him he’s not needed these days."

The woman was taken aback; she knew well what profession Three Eyes was in—a high-class pimp.

And her boss was undoubtedly a lecherous man who couldn’t go a day without women.

Would it be me tonight? The woman felt a bit uneasy... although the boss was generous, she wasn’t willing!

Donatas’ mind drifted, and it took him a while to realize she was still there, "Anything else?"

The woman hesitantly replied, "Boss, you know, I’m on my period these days."

"Hmm?" Donatas gave her a curious look, then shook his head, "I’ll head outside the estate tonight."

"Go outside the estate?" The woman was even more taken aback; she knew how much her boss valued safety.

Since amassing wealth, Donatas had become increasingly security-conscious, building a heavily fortified estate in the suburbs.

The estate covered a large area of over 100,000 square meters, with complete facilities and exceptionally strict guards.

Most of the time, the boss would stay within the estate, where he could rest and work.

Whenever he had to go out, Donatas would bring along numerous guards.

The only inconvenience was his peculiar "ailment" for womanizing, but if he couldn’t go out, couldn’t he just bring people in?

Three Eyes, the pimp, could conveniently enter and exit the estate, precisely because he provided quality service.

"Hmm," Donatas let out a soft hum, "It’s been a long time since I’ve gone out; I want to clear my mind."

The woman hesitated for a moment, mustered the courage to speak, "But now, now... your safety is very important."

Recently, Donatas and Poliana should have... the female official wasn’t without resources.

The civil official’s authority wasn’t small; it had only been a short time since Star No. 4 became a habitable star, requiring approval from the civil office for many matters.

If someone wanted to ingratiate themselves with Poliana, they might even take the initiative to target Donatas.

Because of this, many have suggested that he avoid going out lately.

"Hmm?" Donatas glanced at her coolly, "Are you teaching me how to do my job?"

"I wouldn’t dare," the woman’s face changed slightly, but she still plucked up the courage to answer, "but we all rely on you for our livelihood."

"Heh," Donatas shook his head, "Poliana wouldn’t do such a thing... Alright, you may go."

The woman hesitated for a moment, moved her mouth slightly, but ultimately left in silence.

Donatas fell silent again for a long time before suddenly speaking, "Is there anything wrong with her?"

"Couldn’t sense anything," a deep voice said, though no one was visible, "No confidence in your bedfellow?"

The words were slightly offensive, but Donatas didn’t care, he let out a bitter laugh.

"Bedfellow? I’ve had too many of those since the first mine collapse... I only have confidence in benefits now."

The room fell silent, as if what had just happened was merely an illusion.

As dusk approached, a convoy of cars left the estate, consisting of five large off-road vehicles, instantly recognizable as not to mess with.

The convoy traveled for about an hour and arrived at a luxurious estate, one of the heavily guarded ones.

The estate, known as "Garden of Fragrances," is one of the top entertainment venues in Fengrao City.

An elderly guard saw the convoy approaching and directly opened the automatic gate, allowing entry.

The young guard next to him kept his hand on the Laser Pistol at his waist, asking curiously, "Don’t we need to verify identities?"

"Not for this one," the elderly guard shook his head, "Although they only come a few times a year, they are wealthy guests."

The young guard lowered his hand from the gun handle and asked again, "What kind of big shot?"

"A mine owner," the elderly guard casually replied, "Anyway, don’t ask about things you shouldn’t."

The convoy stopped in front of a grand dome-shaped building.

A dozen strong men in gray uniforms got off the vehicles and surrounded the fourth car.

Donatas never fixed which car he traveled in, always increasing the difficulty of an opponent’s ambush.

He stepped out of the car, surrounded by his guards, heading towards the building’s entrance.

A waiter immediately approached, "Sir, which hall would you like to go to?"

Donatas pinched the bridge of his nose and snorted lightly, "Let’s go to the Fighting Hall."

The Fighting Hall features female combatants, usually Modified Warriors, only covering vital areas to add to the spectacle.

However, during the action, it’s sometimes not just about spectacle; the scene can be rather bloody.

Fatalities are rare, as it is a legitimate entertainment venue, but the sight of flesh and blood is not uncommon.

Donatas sat in a small private room, watching a match before shaking his head.

"Forget it, let’s go to the Catwalk Hall... I’ve seen too much bloodshed, it’s somewhat tiresome."

The Catwalk Hall here has more than one type, including runway shows and talent performances.

Donatas stayed in the small private room until late at night, becoming quite drunk, yawning repeatedly.

The chief guard, a B-level with a Gold Attribute, approached and softly asked, "Boss, shall we leave?"

"What time is it?" Donatas waved his hand, mumbled, "You all go down, enjoy yourselves."

The chief looked at the four equally drunk and dazed beauties, hesitated, and suggested, "How about... taking them back to the estate?"

Donatas waved his hand decisively, "Play a bit longer!"

The four guards left the private room, leaving just one man and four women.

The four women were already heavily drunk, the small private room filled with a licentious atmosphere.

Donatas’s hands weren’t enough, his mouth equally busy.

Yet, a sharp glint occasionally flashed in his eyes, indicating some degree of retained sobriety.

Suddenly, a very faint sound entered his ear, "Boss, enough is enough."

"I know," he mumbled quietly, "Ah, thank you for your hard work."

Thinking of the mysterious Wood Attribute A-level guard beside him, his mood settled.

If someone wanted to ambush him, they couldn’t escape this guard’s Perception.

Trying to assassinate him as a regular B-level would surely end in a bloody failure.

Without this person, he wouldn’t dare agree to others’ "fishing" requests; wouldn’t it be safer to hide?

Anyway, hiring an A-level guard as a B-level requires substantial financial power.

Every time he thought of this, he couldn’t help but ask himself: Would life still have meaning without this lifestyle?

Lost in idle thoughts, Gwendolyn vaguely heard a muffled sound, "Was that...?"

Though he retained a sliver of sobriety, the alcohol clouded his mind, leaving him quite dazed.

Forget it, no need to discern now, with that guard monitoring, nothing will go wrong here.

The next instant, his head jerked violently, his body limp, collapsing to one side.

The four girls accompanying him thought the esteemed guest was playing some trick again, giggling as they leaned in.

Immediately, two blue streaks flashed, and two large holes appeared in the private room’s wall.

The laughing girls suddenly felt something splattered on them, sticky and wet...

They couldn’t help but be stunned: What new trick is this?

Wiping it away with their hands, a pungent bloody smell wafted; under the dim light, they realized their hands were covered in crimson.

"Ah~" One girl couldn’t help but scream, "Murder!"

The guards outside heard the screams and rushed in, but it was already too late.

Donatas lay on the couch, a large hole in his head, his body twitching slightly, clearly beyond rescue.

Near the couch, a slender figure also lay fallen, shot in the head.

The guards were not unfamiliar with this person, having seen them a few times in the estate, typically not greeting anyone.

Looking at the wall, there were two penetrating holes – the killer used a large Sniper Rifle to snipe both of them through the wall.

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