After waiting for a while, the burly man came to the small room carrying a sturdy paper bag. The casino manager took the paper bag and handed it to Shun.
Shun took the paper bag, opened it, and sure enough saw a Makarov and an AK inside, along with a pile of yellowish bullets of various sizes.
Shun took out the lightweight Makarov and inspected the gun body. The safety could be opened normally, and there were hardly any signs of wear on the rifling. It seemed to have been very well maintained.
He then casually grabbed a large handful of green bills from the table. He didn't bother counting exactly how much—it wouldn't be too much anyway.
"Well, that's it then. Don't worry, I won't come again in the future. To be honest, you probably made quite a bit, so don't think about causing me trouble either."
Shun knew that for a casino operator, the house could never lose money. On the surface, he had won 800,000 US dollars, but in reality, while he had earned 800,000, the casino had probably earned at least 200,000 as well.
The reason they had called him in to talk was mainly because they didn't want him to keep "fish-farming" or to be directly killed by jealous gamblers. As for the kind of plot in urban god-tier novels where the casino would kill you to silence you after you win tens of millions…
That was laughable. Shun had now given them 800,000 dollars in extra income and had only taken two guns, some bullets, and ten thousand dollars in return. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it charity.
He was practically the patron saint of their gang. Why would they harbor any malice toward him?
"Not at all, not at all! Young master, take care, take care!" The casino manager looked at the money Shun had left on the table and smiled so widely his mouth couldn't close.
"By the way, if possible, can you secretly look after two people for me? Consider it as me paying you protection fees."
Shun was about to leave but turned back as if still worried, looking at the casino manager.
"Please tell me." The casino manager had originally thought Shun was going to add more conditions, but it was only about protecting two people. In this town, they were the only gang, and they had influence in both the black and white paths.
Taking care of two people was extremely simple—just spread a little word around.
"You can find out for yourself. It's not like you can't. Mm… that's all then. I hope we never meet again."
With that, Shun left through the small side door of the casino. This was the underground casino's way of protecting winners. After all, credibility was the most important thing in this business.
Shun carried the heavy paper bag and didn't feel like wandering outside anymore. It was better to go home early and hide the items. The Makarov could be hidden on his body, but he couldn't just carry the AK and the wad of cash while strolling around.
It was easy to get guns in Siberia, but that didn't mean it wasn't illegal. Shun was no longer his former self and couldn't ignore the laws of the world.
Returning to the somewhat dilapidated Khrushchev-era building, it really felt like heaven and earth compared to the glittering casino.
Should he use the money in his hands to find a better place to live? Shun himself didn't really care about the living environment, but he wanted to give Sirin and Dalia a better life.
If possible, he wanted to leave Siberia. With the money he had now, it was entirely possible to settle in Western Europe or Northern Europe. Then, by casually using his gambling god talent, he could earn enough money to support the two of them for a lifetime in minutes.
"But… do I really want to do this?" Even until evening, when the family was eating dinner, Shun was still thinking about this question.
"What's wrong, little Shun? Is the food not to your taste?" Dalia looked at today's dinner. They were already having braised beef with potatoes. Sirin was already eating wildly and furiously, but Shun had barely touched his spoon.
"It's nothing. Just some things on my mind." Shun didn't quite dare to meet Dalia's eyes. After all, the decision he was making concerned the lives of the mother and daughter.
What exactly would he have to give up for that already-determined future? Sure enough, his old problem was acting up again—Shun once more felt that he could casually decide other people's lives.
"It's okay. We are family. No matter what, we will support you." For the first time, Dalia discovered that this child, who was far beyond his peers and even her own, could also have days of worry.
"Family?" Indeed. He had already lived in this house for so long. Both Dalia and Sirin had already become his family. Since they were family, how could he just watch them die?
"Aunt Dalia, what do you think of our current life? Are you satisfied with it?"
"Satisfied, of course I'm satisfied. Although work is a bit tiring, the salary is high. We've also found a place to live in the city. Sirin is going to school, we can eat our fill every day, and we can even save some money. The only regret is your leg, little Shun…"
Actually, this kind of life was just… like that. But Shun didn't interrupt and quietly listened to Dalia finish speaking. For Dalia, she probably had no other extravagant wishes.
"Then… Sirin, what about you?" Sirin, who was still immersed in the braised beef with potatoes, heard Shun call her and raised her head in confusion.
"Little Shun, what happened?" Her large golden eyes were filled with puzzlement toward the unknown.
"Are you satisfied with our current life?" Shun asked again.
"Satisfied, of course I'm satisfied! As long as I have Mom and little Shun by my side, it's the best life!"
Sirin had always been very content. Before meeting Shun, she felt that living with her mom like this forever was already good. After meeting Shun, she felt that living with both her mom and little Shun forever was even better.
"Then, what if I want you to move away from Siberia and live somewhere else?" Shun's words were shocking and directly startled both Sirin and Dalia.
In any case, no matter what would happen in the future, they could not stay in Siberia. The farther away from the center of the Second Eruption, the better.
"Eh? Why so sudden? Why do we have to move? Didn't we just move?" Sirin wasn't opposed to moving; she just felt it was too abrupt.
"Little Shun, I won't ask for the reason. You said we need to move… Our life is much better than before, but we don't have enough money right now to leave Siberia."
Compared to Sirin, Dalia was much more realistic. However, Shun had already anticipated this response.
"I earned more than ten thousand… US dollars at the casino today, not rubles. Actually, I earned 800,000 today, but I only took a little over ten thousand. With my ability, even if we move to a different city every day, we can live a life thousands or tens of thousands of times better than now. Understand?"
Seeming afraid that the mother and daughter wouldn't believe him, Shun, after putting on his prosthetic, went back to his room, swept the food on the table aside, and placed all the neatly counted green bills on the table.
"Fourteen thousand US dollars. I can take out another pile anytime. It's enough for us to settle down in some country in Northern Europe or Western Europe."
"Little Shun… why do you suddenly want to move?" Sirin stared straight at the money on the table. She had never seen so much money in her life.
Why could little Shun, who was disabled, suddenly take out so much? Little Shun, what exactly are you thinking about? What are you afraid of?
As the person who had spent the most time with Shun during this period, she could clearly sense that Shun was afraid of something—or some event.
Could even such an amazing little Shun have moments of fear? Clearly, even when his leg was being sawed off, he hadn't been afraid…
"For a better tomorrow… you idiot, Sirin."