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What if we throw in arrows, bullets, or even falling objects?

Massive killings!

All Eugene had to do was load the "ammunition" and then practice aiming.

"Now, all I need is to collect the jackpot tomorrow, buy a house, invest in stocks, and turn the house into a safe haven," Eugene thought.

That night, Eugene deliberately chose a high-end restaurant and ordered the most expensive items on the menu.

The feeling of spending money was exhilarating!

Eugene was deeply moved, recalling that he used to live on only $200 a month.

Why?

Because he wanted to save money for his wife and son.

And the result?

He ended up as a pitiful scapegoat.

Spending, spending lavishly, starting from tomorrow, he would be a rich man, and when disaster strikes, he would become the wealthiest person in the world!

But by then, money wouldn't be in the form of cash, but rather food, clothes, energy, and so on.

When Eugene returned to reality, his mentality had completely changed.

Who wouldn't change their demeanor when they're tied up by their wife's family, slaughtered, and their blood and flesh consumed?

Moreover, he had always been dissatisfied with his ex-wife's family. It's just that he had endured it for the sake of his "son." Finding out that the boy wasn't his biological son was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

A normally honest person, when pushed to the brink, can become even more insane than others.

After the meal, he paid the bill with his credit card, amounting to over 30,000!

He had a credit limit of over 80,000, so he wouldn't face the embarrassment of being unable to pay.

But honestly, this restaurant was really expensive, and the taste was just so-so.

Back at the hotel, just in time, the TV started broadcasting the lottery draw for the day.

One, matched. Two, matched. Three, matched... seven, all matched!

Eugene smiled. It seemed that his life hadn't changed "historically."

He got 500 million!

Oh, but he had to pay taxes, and he had to donate, so let's just say 400 million.

Eugene lay down to sleep, tossing and turning, waves of thoughts flooding his mind, making it hard to fall asleep.

...

Meanwhile, the Walker family was in an uproar.

"What? That jerk divorced you?" Chris couldn't believe it, even though his daughter had placed the divorce certificate on the table.

Wasn't Eugene just a lapdog in their house?

This lapdog was extremely obedient, working tirelessly, but now this lapdog had bitten him and run away.

He couldn't accept it.

"Where is that jerk? I'm going to beat him up!" Dash shouted, only to find out that his father had been beaten up by his brother-in-law, who had now become his ex-brother-in-law.

"What about Dad? I want to ride the horse!" Basil also joined in the commotion.

"Your dad is dead!" Claire yelled at her son.

Basil clapped happily, "Dad's dead, Dad's dead."

Because Eugene always spoiled him, never saying a harsh word, and the little boy was used to the family yelling at Eugene, so he didn't have an ounce of awe for this nominal father.

Claire was driven crazy. Before, as long as Eugene was home, she could just hand off the child to him, without a care. Now, with a three-year-old boy clamoring in her ear, she felt like murdering someone.

She took a deep breath and could only let Dawn take care of the child first before saying, "I called the police, but they said this is a family matter. Unless the injuries are severe, they won't intervene."

"What!" Chris jumped up, "That jerk took advantage of me, slapped me, and nothing?"

Claire fell silent. Although Chris had been slapped, the red mark on his face had almost disappeared by now. How could such harm be documented?

"Sis, why did you insist on divorcing?" Dash asked, "That guy still earns over ten thousand a month. Now that we're divorced, our family is losing that income. What about me finding a wife?"

"Yeah, you know what? Your sister-in-law's family demanded so much, asking for 300,000 in dowry, plus a house. Without that jerk's income, your brother's mortgage pressure will be huge," Chris added.

His plan was to have Eugene hand over his income to help his son repay the loan. Suddenly losing this money, how could he not be anxious?

He was more anxious than when Eugene slapped him!

Claire was getting increasingly annoyed because her relatives and brother only cared about Eugene's monthly income of over ten thousand dollars but showed no concern for her future at all. But then again, hadn't it always been this way from childhood to adulthood?

She suppressed her irritation and said, "I won't let him off so easily. Eugene will definitely pay the price!"

Chris and Dash grumbled, but now they had no idea where Eugene had gone. What could they do, even if they were angry and anxious?

"We have to remarry, we must remarry!" Chris insisted, "That jerk may not provide over ten thousand a month, but he's a skilled worker. We mustn't let him get away."

Claire furrowed her brow and said, "I need to get some fresh air."

How could Eugene remarry when he already knew his son wasn't his biological child?

Her mind in turmoil, Dawn couldn't handle the grandchild, her son started throwing tantrums and breaking things, she just wanted to escape this mess.

A night passed.

Eugene woke up refreshed and went to the restaurant for a hearty meal.

Comforting!

In the last half month of the apocalypse, he had barely received the minimum food ration. Ironically, he had saved some for his "fake" son. How foolish he had been! Basil looked nothing like him, he was rude and unreasonable. His character didn't resemble Claire's either. So how could he possibly be their biological son?

Eugene shook his head, deciding not to dwell on these thoughts. His life truly began today.

After finishing his meal, he hailed a car and went to the lottery center.

Upon learning that Eugene was there to collect his prize, the staff quickly ushered him in.

Presenting the winning ticket, verifying his identity, and then came the prize collection. A whopping 5 billion! After deducting the tax of 1 billion and adding a charity donation of 2 million, he was left with a cool 3.98 billion.

This was still an enormous fortune.

Representatives from several banks at the lottery center immediately approached him for business.

Eugene didn't care much; he didn't need to buy financial products for interest. He randomly chose one of the banks because it was clo

After completing the deposit procedures, the manager of the business department eagerly invited Eugene to go out for a stroll, her intentions quite obvious.

Eugene sized her up.

Her tight-fitting suit couldn't hide her curvaceous figure, with her ample chest seeming to burst out of the fabric, and her hips tightly wrapped, looking as plump as a ripe peach.

As for her looks, she easily scored above 70 points, which was Eugene's standard. Anything above 60 points was considered beautiful to him, so 70 points was definitely above average.

Eugene felt a flutter of interest but ultimately declined.