Chapter 1527 - 457: Even More Resemblance!

Chapter 1527: Chapter 457: Even More Resemblance!

Chapter 457 [Looking More and More Like It!]

According to the instructions of his Demon-like master, Little Haid drove the RV out of Gusanka City, kept going straight for a while, then left the road, drove several hundred meters deep into the wilderness, and parked behind a bare hillside to wait.

—This was the place he and his master had agreed on.

As agreed, he was to wait here for three days. After three days, if the master still hadn’t arrived, then he could leave on his own—and this RV would be his.

This was the master’s final instruction before he left.

In fact, from the moment the master got out of the car, to when Haid drove out of Gusanka City alone, and the car went farther and farther along the road outside the small city, a wave of impulse surged up in Haid’s heart again and again:

Don’t wait! Take advantage of the chaos, drive the car away, and leave on your own!

This car, if he found some black-market dealer to sell it, he could make a huge amount of money!

As for that master, once he ran far enough, where was the man going to find him?

Having such thoughts was actually very normal; Haid was not some obedient little kid.

He’d been raised at the gas station by that black-hearted uncle of his, and what they did had always been plenty of shady business.

At such a young age, Haid could repair cars, he could steal cars, he could kill people, and he was even better at burying bodies.

Things like morality and loyalty—they didn’t exist.

Let alone when it came to a "master" he’d only known for a few days.

But after he drove the car to the agreed location, he suddenly floored the gas pedal; the heavy, bulky RV, after coasting forward on inertia for a distance, came to a violent halt.

Haid looked at the pitch-black sky outside the window, his breathing slightly rapid.

On the road beside him, one car after another sped past from behind, all of them fleeing out of Gusanka City—many of them were travelers escaping from that hotel.

With the RV parked by the roadside and one car after another flashing by, beads of sweat formed on Haid’s forehead.

After the two voices in his heart wrestled and fought for a while, Haid clenched his teeth hard!

He started the car again, yanked the steering wheel, and the vehicle left the road, driving toward the wilderness; ahead lay the agreed-upon hillside.

It wasn’t that he had suddenly grown loyal or moral.

It was that...Haid was greedy!

He felt that meeting this master with magical powers might be a chance to change his fate!

Given his current situation—no relatives to rely on, and the original gas station gone—not that someone would take it away; even if the people who’d tried to rob the station had all been killed by the master, a business like running a gas station was not something a kid like him could manage.

He had neither the channels nor the ability to procure fuel.

He’d actually always understood deep down that after his uncle died, the fate waiting for him would certainly not be a good one.

The best possible outcome was nothing more than relying on his minor skill at fixing cars, leaving that crappy home village of his, and finding a place to work for someone—working at some shady repair shop in a country like this was practically no different from being a slave.

If his luck was bad, he’d be killed by those local bandits before he even escaped his hometown—this had already been proven. If he hadn’t met the master, he’d probably be dead by now.

And this master was simply extraordinary.

First of all, he was rich!

The master was truly rich, richer than anyone Haid had ever seen in his life!

Though to be fair, his life had only just begun not long ago.

Second, the master had magical powers! Regardless of whether it was Magic or witchcraft, this master was not an ordinary person.

Meeting someone like this, and having the man accept him as a servant, might be a chance to change the course of his life!

If he ran off alone, drove away this expensive RV, how much could he really make?

Go to some bigger city and find a black-market dealer to sell it?

Don’t kid yourself!

Those black dealers, if you bring them something worth a million, will at most give you ten or twenty thousand.

And if they see that the seller is all alone with no one behind him, chances are they won’t give a single cent, just shoot him with a black gun and bury him in some deserted place!

This RV was indeed valuable.

Haid had actually checked on his phone; this RV was worth at least two hundred thousand US Dollar!

But there was absolutely no way he’d live long enough to actually get his hands on that two hundred thousand!!

The reason was simple: bullets were cheaper!

Of course, it wasn’t as if he had no connections at all.

Having run the gas station with his uncle, he had actually gotten to know a few of his uncle’s old friends.

In a city to the south, there was a business partner of his uncle’s, a dealer in all sorts of smuggled goods.

When his uncle was alive, he and that man had a long-standing relationship and often bought stock from him.

He might be able to drive the car to that man’s place.

Maybe he could gamble on one possibility: that smuggler didn’t yet know his uncle was dead!!

He could use his uncle’s name, say his uncle was busy with something else and had sent him to drive the car over and sell it.

Out of respect for his uncle—or perhaps wary of his uncle’s presence—the man might not dare to screw him over and would buy the car; after all, his uncle had had enough of a reputation to dare run a gas station business.

But the price would definitely be very, very low—maybe he’d get ten thousand or seven or eight thousand US Dollar?

Or dismantle the car and sell it for parts?

Even if he were clever enough to get ten thousand US Dollar—already an astronomical fortune he’d never even imagined.

But what if he continued to follow this magical master?