Setting a Trap for My Good Brother

**Rick** stared at the chat window, deep in thought.

**[kGod]:** "What game?"

**[4289359285]:** "Divine Gift, WoW, 10.10."

**[kGod]:** "What type of green gear? How much?"

**[4289359285]:** "1,000 pieces, belts. Can you handle that? Only accepting gold in exchange."

Rick, initially dismissive, suddenly felt his heart race. He immediately shifted into a more serious mindset, calculating how much profit this could bring him. His first thought was to sell the gear to **Rita**, using her to connect with the government.

Right now, the only people he truly trusted were his parents, **Samuel** and **Scarlett**, and Rita.

But he quickly dismissed that idea. Connecting with the government would mean directly crossing the **Lopez family**, and that wasn't worth the risk. Plus, Rick couldn't handle such a large deal on his own; he only had a handful of followers under his command.