Evolution of the Ruined Heir

Chapter 206: Night

But Rhett seemed completely unwilling. He clutched the arm with the lifeguard tight, like he couldn’t bear to part with it.

This was the first time he was seeing that amount of money, there was just no way he could let it go.

“We… we can split it. Yes! You’ll hold fifty, I’ll hold fifty. That way we have a failsafe in case one of us loses access.”

Malakai shook his head and decided to be firmer. “No. That won’t work. I want to hold all of it. I was the one who fought. I won it, not you. If you want a cut, I should be the one giving it to you.”

Rhett stared at Malakai with a pleading gaze. He knew the boy was right, but still, was he just supposed to let go of all that money!?

“And if you don’t care about that,” Malakai continued, “then at least think about the future of the squad. You’re a compulsive gambler. You’ll only end up spending all this money on useless things. Hand it over.”

After a lot of reluctance, and after Malakai resorted to threats, warning Rhett that he’d go tell Whiteshade about their entire ploy, Rhett had been beyond shocked. If Whiteshade found out, rumors would spread that he was a cheat!

Still, he eventually gave in and transferred the entire sum to Malakai.

Malakai nodded. “Good,” he said, looking at Rhett, who seemed to have lost height from how much his shoulders slumped.

“How about we go celebrate?”

Rhett’s eyes lit up like lanterns. Had he heard right?

“Wait,” Rhett paused. “What do you mean by celebrate?”

Malakai was a training freak, that much was well known. His idea of celebration could very well be a night of brutal sparring.

Malakai seemed to think for a moment.

“A bar?”

Rhett froze. Then, a wide grin stretched across his face.

“You read my mind.”

…

A few minutes later, the loud chatter and the clanging of cups slamming onto wooden tables reached Malakai’s ears.

They were both seated on the VIP side of one of the most famous bars in the Kaer Thorn district. The good side of town, Rhett had said.

It was located close to the main city of Sylvastein, like all other high end places. The closer a place was from the main city, the higher the cost of living.

Rhett hadn’t held back. The instant they entered, he ordered expensive wines and called numerous women to their booth.

The alcohol of their new society had already been modified to affect even Blooms. Incredibly pricey, yes, but Rhett seemed confident in their pockets tonight.

The music was loud, and Rhett drank and drank until he was clearly drunk. He jumped around, played with the women, laughed, and made vulgar jokes.

Malakai had never been more uncomfortable in his life. He’d honestly have preferred a night in the pits to this.

The music was deafening, and there were far too many people in his space. He couldn’t count how many death glares he’d sent to barely dressed women who tried to touch him.

They each felt a chill wash over them before instinctively backing away, some even scurrying far off.

The noise in the bar dulled his senses, and every second he spent there, one thought kept hammering at him; how off guard they’d be if an enemy struck now.

He hated every second of it.

He had to get out. And he had to get out now.

‘This should be enough.’

Malakai stood subtly and slipped toward the exit, making sure Rhett hadn’t noticed.

He paid for the drinks, apparently spending an absurd 7,000 credits, before leaving the club entirely.

‘It’s late.’

The sun had long since set, but the streets still buzzed with life, glowing under the city lights.

Whiteshade’s cane was firm in his grip as Malakai broke into a sprint, weaving through the streets.

His appearance as a street rat made most people ignore him outright, some even veered away, hoping to avoid getting robbed.

But Malakai wasn’t after any of them.

He didn’t stop running and soon left the good side of town behind. The farther he got, the fewer people he saw, and the darker the streets became.

Eventually, he reached a road with barely any lights and almost no pedestrians. Malakai slowed his pace and began walking calmly.

He could feel the eyes on him, their cold intent.

He stopped beside an alleyway, then walked into it. After a few seconds, he reached the dead end and turned to face the entrance.

“You can come out now,” Malakai said.

It looked like he was talking to himself. But from within the darkness, multiple figures emerged, each wearing a cold, wild grin.

“Looks like what they said about the street rat was true. He’s a perceptive one, eh?” one of them said, and the others’ gazes sharpened.

They spread out, covering every possible escape path.

Despite their hostility, Malakai remained calm. He scanned them casually.

‘Six of them. All Node Formation. At most four cores.’

They were dressed like typical Kaer Thorn locals, unrefined beast hides barely covering them, only focusing on sensitive areas. They looked like random thugs trying to rob an unlucky boy.

But Malakai knew better.

‘He sent them.’

Five hundred thousand credits was a lot of money. Enough to establish a large business. To build a mansion from scratch on the good sides of the main city.

It was most definitely more than enough to revamp their entire base. Despite all of this, Malakai had still gone out of character and pushed everything to the brink, staking it all for a cane. A cane he threw to the side without blinking.

The men stared at Malakai’s action in bafflement.

“He might have lost it,” one of the men on the side said.

“That’s not really our business. He could have a few screws loose for all I care. It’s not changing anything.”

The man who spoke was the biggest of the thugs, about six feet tall and filled with rippling muscles. He turned towards the scrawny looking kid and gazed at him with nothing but contempt.

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