Thinking of the gun in the safe, Kenneth headed up to the third floor. He was wondering how he should distract Matthew so that he could secretly retrieve the gun from the safe after they had arrived.
While Matthew was following Kenneth, he turned to yell at Levi, who was still standing in a daze. "Aren't you coming?"
Having heard that, Levi shook his head and said, "I… I'll stay here." He didn't want to get involved any further and only longed to escape the place.
However, Matthew stated coldly, "You're the one who brought me here, and I haven't gotten the formula yet, so you can't leave!"
Upon hearing that, Kenneth halted in his tracks and turned to stare at Levi intensely. There was so much hatred and fury in those eyes—as if Levi had stolen something precious from him.
Levi was frightened by Kenneth's gaze and lowered his head to avoid eye-contact. Then, he quickly shuffled to follow behind Matthew. Afterward, Kenneth snorted and continued to head up to the third floor.
There were a total of four rooms on the third floor, and one of them had a different type of door installed. It was a door made from iron, and there were three locks on it.
At first glance, it seemed to be extremely strange, but one could also tell that it guarded precious items and treasures.
Kenneth fished out a key and unlocked the locks one by one. After he had finished unlocking the last one, he turned to Matthew and said, "I'll open the door now."
Matthew nodded and said, "Open it."
With that, Kenneth pushed open the door with all his might while Matthew peered into the dark room by the door. There was a faint smell of fresh ink wafting out of the room, and Matthew demanded, "Switch the lights on!"
With a click of the light switch, the entire room was illuminated brightly. Once Matthew looked into the room, he gawked at it in surprise—there were stacks of cash pushed up against all four corners of the wall, and they were stacked so high that they were comparable to the heights of adult men.
Matthew had never seen such a sight before, so he was somewhat astonished. Though he had met a lot of wealthy men who sought medical treatments when he was in prison and earned quite a sum, it was nothing compared to what he was seeing now.
What lay in front of him was physical banknotes, and there was also a safe as tall as a refrigerator beside the cash. As long as one had the slightest bit of brains, they would be able to tell that the most valuable item in the room wasn't the cash but the items in the safe.
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