Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

"Bro, we already checked like three times around the warehouse, there is nobody here. Let’s go check out the lykan."

"I never expected Jackson the bastard to be able to afford it." He spat.

The fat man’s patience wore thin.

"Alright, alright, stop nagging me like a kid… we’ll check the lykan in a bit," he said, with some excitement in his voice.

But silence fell between them.

He waited a second, irritation simmering as he expected a snarky comeback. But nothing. A cold ripple of unease passed over him.

"Hey...where’d you go?" His hand instinctively drifted to his waist, fingers brushing over the cool metal of his knife.

Glancing around, his eyes scanned the area stretching around the warehouse.

A few seconds passed, and he scoffed, forcing himself to shrug it off. "Damn idiot, he probably went to take a leak without saying anything. He’d better not wander too far."

Muttering under his breath, he turned around, retrieving his Two-Way radio sneakily. Just as he brought it out, something heavy and hard connected with his head from behind.

A swift, silent thud... then darkness.

Noah stepped over him, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looked down at the unconscious man near his feet.

"Both you and your friend… are idiots."

He crouched down to grab the man by his collar. He dragged him back into the cover of the trees.

Further back, he dropped him beside his first unconscious target, glancing down with a calm smile.

"Two down, six to go."

Noah’s gaze flicked towards the Lykan where two men were still positioned, obliviously loitering by the car.

One of them was talking and laughing on the phone, leaning against the car as if nothing in the world could disturb him.

Moving through the shadows, Noah settled himself within the cover of the trees, watching, waiting.

He observed every shift of their weight, every careless glance exchanged.

Finally, after nearly twenty minutes, one of them broke formation and wandered towards the tree’s edge, muttering to himself.

The man’s irritation was evident, muttering under his breath.

"Tsk, why is this guy so anxious for? I’m only taking a quick leak. It’s not like I’ll die."

He stomped through the underbrush, his frustration seeming to drown out any sense of caution.

As the man started to take his belt off, a branch swung down, connecting with his head with a solid, direct him.

His knees buckled, and he fell forward, face slackening as consciousness slipped away.

Thud

"Home run," Noah muttered, with a grin on his face.

Wasting no time, Noah dragged him deeper into the woods.

Once he made sure the body was concealed, he quickly swapped the unconscious man’s jacket for his own, pulling the hood up and adjusting his stance to mimic him.

He positioned himself by a tree, his back visible to Roger, who was still waiting at the forest’s edge, Noah heard the distant call.

"Hurry up, Moustache! What’re you doing?"

Noah remained motionless, waiting.

The guard huffed, visibly frustrated, before stomping over.

As he got closer to Noah, he reached out, muttering, "What the fu—are you…you taking a nap or something?"

Noah turned. He grabbed his arm from the wrist, twisting it back until he heard the pop of the shoulder dislocating.

The man’s eyes bulged, filling with fear and pain, a silent scream caught in his throat as Noah’s other hand pressed firmly over his mouth.

The guard’s muffled whimpers grew quieter as the shock set in, his body going limp from the sudden surge of pain.

Noah held him steady, waiting for any remaining tension to drain away before swiftly rendering him unconscious with a strike to the side of his head.

Once again, Noah dragged the body back into the trees, dropping him beside his little friends.

Standing over the wannabe gangsters, a slight smirk curved his lips.

"Four down."

Noah stood by the pile of unconscious bodies, slipping back into his own clothes.

Dusting off his jacket, he moved with a calm, measured stride back to the front of the warehouse.

He opened the inventory and took out two large, black suitcases.

Inside, stacks of $100 bills were meticulously arranged, crisp and ready, freshly withdrawn from some hidden vault.

His eyes stayed on the money for a brief moment.

Flashback...

The moment Jackson had slipped into the warehouse, Noah had slipped from the Lykan, quiet as a shadow.

His ears listening to the sound of the conversation from inside.

"A million dollars," Ryker had said, his voice smug and dripping with entitlement. Noah’s eyes narrowed.

Suddenly, a familiar chime sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Ultimate Choice System has activated]

Three options flashed before his eyes.

Option 1: Help Jackson deal with Ryker.

[Reward: $1,000,000 (Cash), Bulletproof vest]

Option 2: Leave the area, and ignore Jackson’s struggle.

[Reward: $30,000]

Option 3: Call the police.

[Reward: Nothing]

Noah’s gaze hardened, his decision immediate.

"Option 1," he thought, a silent smirk forming on his lips as he shifted his stance.

"A million dollars... Not bad."

End of Flashback...

Noah stood in front of the warehouse, he had already worn the bulletproof vest.

He didn’t need it to deal with these small gangsters, but he had something in mind.

He entered with the two suitcases in both hands, his footsteps echoing in the silent warehouse.

Hearing the footsteps, Ryker smiled as he glanced at Jackson.

"Your friend is here." He said with a smirk.

Jackson scoffed, in his mind he thought.

"He already called for people? they are quite fast."

Soon, Noah appeared in front of them.

Ryker frowned.

"He is alone? Do they really just want a trade?" He thought.

"Jackson, what kind of shady deal is this," Noah said, with a slight grin on his face.

Jackson’s face showed surprise, "He’s alone, does Jackson really wanna pay without any fight?" He thought.

Ryker still frowning asked Noah, "Where are the two men outside, why are they not with you."

Noah smirked and said. "The two outside? They are ..."