Chapter 239

Bernard scoffed. "What is this? Trying to pretend that you're rich with that sack?" He noticed Perseus drove a black Volkswagen but didn't recognize that model. He guessed that it was most likely a Passat. Passats weren't expensive, and Perseus' plain clothes weren't as stylish as his lackeys'. Bernard concluded that Perseus was a maintenance worker. Otherwise, how else could one explain his powerful kick? Besides, strength did not equal riches. Even the ever-fashionable Faith couldn't come up with the money, so it was unlikely for Perseus. "Will you suggest that I count the money myself next and then smash by BMW with a sledgehammer? Read too many urban fantasy novels, don't you think?" Bernard sneered. This scenario felt all too familiar to Bernard, as if it was ripped right from those urban fantasy novels and web series. "You're overthinking it. Besides, I don't trust you to count the money," Perseus said with a shake of his head, then squatted. "Hey, dude. Did you go