Infinite Rebate: I Get Richer Every Time I Spend

Lucas left the basketball court without heading straight home.

Instead, he drove toward the edge of Silvermont, his mind replaying everything that had happened during practice.

The drills.

The scrimmage.

The way his own teammates had refused to pass him the ball.

He had dominated anyway...

But something still felt off.

He rested one hand on the steering wheel and narrowed his eyes.

"If I want to beat Northlake..."

"I need more than fundamentals."

Watching professional games had taught him the basics.

The school court had shown him organized basketball.

But organized basketball wasn’t what Northlake played.

Those guys played dirty.

They shoved.

They grabbed jerseys.

They threw elbows when the referees weren’t looking.

That wasn’t something you learned from YouTube highlights or college practices.

You learned it somewhere else.

The streets.

Lucas suddenly turned the steering wheel and headed toward the university parking garage.

A few minutes later, the Bugatti rolled into a private parking space.

He shut off the engine and glanced at the car.

"As much as I love you..."

"...you’re definitely not coming where I’m going."

Driving a multimillion-dollar Bugatti into one of Silvermont’s roughest neighborhoods would be asking for trouble.

Even Lucas wasn’t that reckless.

He locked the car, walked out to the main road, and hailed a taxi.

His destination...

24 Mob District.

Years ago, when he was still struggling to survive, Lucas had worked part-time around that neighborhood.

It was one of the roughest places in Silvermont.

Street basketball courts were everywhere.

The players there weren’t polished.

They weren’t coached.

But they were ruthless.

Every game was physical.

Every possession was a fight.

If you couldn’t protect the ball...

You lost it.

If you couldn’t take a hit...

You stayed on the ground.

That was exactly the kind of environment Lucas wanted.

Unfortunately...

The first taxi driver rolled down his window, heard the destination, and immediately shook his head.

"Nope."

Then he drove away.

The second didn’t even bother stopping.

The third laughed.

"Kid, I like being alive."

He sped off before Lucas could say another word.

Even the fourth driver looked at him like he’d lost his mind.

"24 Mob?"

"Forget it."

"I’m not taking you there."

Lucas rubbed his forehead.

"So that’s how it is..."

After nearly twenty minutes of standing by the roadside, another aging taxi finally pulled over.

The driver had barely heard "24 Mob" before reaching for the gearshift.

"Sorry."

"I’m not going."

Before he could drive away~

Lucas calmly spoke.

"I’ll pay five thousand dollars."

The taxi screeched to a stop.

The driver slammed on the brakes so hard that another car behind him blasted its horn.

"...How much?"

Lucas repeated himself.

"Five thousand."

The driver slowly turned around.

His eyes widened.

Five thousand dollars.

That was more money than he’d make in nearly two months of driving.

He stared at Lucas for several long seconds, trying to figure out whether the young man was joking.

"...You’re serious?"

Lucas simply took out his phone.

"I don’t joke about money."

The driver’s heartbeat sped up.

Dangerous neighborhood?

Sure.

But for five thousand dollars...

Suddenly, the risk didn’t seem quite so terrifying.

He swallowed.

"Transfer it first."

Lucas didn’t argue.

Within seconds, he completed the payment.

Buzz.

The driver’s phone lit up.

He glanced at the notification.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"It... it actually went through."

His attitude changed instantly.

The nervous expression disappeared, replaced by the biggest smile Lucas had seen all day.

"Sir!"

"Please get in!"

"I’ll get you there safely."

Lucas smiled faintly, opened the back door, and climbed into the taxi.

The old cab slowly pulled away from the curb...

Heading straight toward the most dangerous neighborhood in Silvermont.

After what felt like nearly an hour on the road, the scenery outside the window began to change.

The clean streets of downtown Silvermont disappeared, replaced by cracked pavement, aging apartment blocks, faded graffiti, and abandoned storefronts with rusted security shutters. Music blasted from open windows, motorcycles roared past with no regard for traffic laws, and groups of men stood on street corners drinking, smoking, and watching every unfamiliar vehicle that rolled through.

They had entered the outskirts of the 24 Mob District.

Technically, it wasn’t the heart of the neighborhood yet.

But it was close enough that the atmosphere had already changed.

The driver tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"So..." he said cautiously. "Where exactly am I dropping you?"

Lucas looked out the window before answering calmly.

"The basketball court."

"The one deeper inside."

The driver’s foot instinctively eased off the gas.

"...Deep inside?"

He stared at Lucas through the rearview mirror as if he had misheard him.

Then he slowly turned his entire head to look at him.

For a moment...

He honestly wondered if this young man had lost his mind.

After studying Lucas from head to toe, he finally asked,

"Have you ever been here before?"

Before Lucas could answer, the driver shook his head and continued.

"Actually... forget I asked."

"You don’t look like someone who’s ever stepped foot in this place."

He gestured toward Lucas with one hand.

"You look..."

"...Too clean."

Lucas raised an eyebrow.

"Too clean?"

The driver nodded.

"Not your clothes."

"They’re simple."

"It’s you."

He pointed again.

"Your skin."

"Your posture."

"The way you sit."

"Even the way you talk."

"You’ve got that ’comfortable life’ look."

He let out a dry laugh.

"If you get out of this cab looking like that..."

"I’d give you thirty seconds."

Lucas smiled faintly.

"Thirty seconds for what?"

"Before somebody relieves you of everything you’re carrying."

The driver answered without hesitation.

"Your phone."

"Your wallet."

"Your shoes."

"If they’re feeling generous..."

"They might even let you keep your boxers."

Lucas chuckled.

"We’ll see."

The driver sighed.

"You young rich kids never listen."

From that point on, he stopped trying to convince Lucas otherwise.

Instead, he focused entirely on driving.

The deeper they went, the slower traffic became.

The narrow streets were crowded with people who seemed to have no intention of moving aside.

Some leaned against parked cars while drinking from paper bags.

Others smoked lazily in the middle of the road as though they owned it.

Nobody cared that a taxi was trying to pass.

The driver didn’t even dare touch the horn.

He simply crawled forward at walking speed, carefully weaving between pedestrians while silently praying nobody decided to smash his mirrors for fun.

Every second felt like an eternity.

Thankfully...

Lady Luck was still on his side.

After several tense minutes, an outdoor basketball court finally came into view.

The court was surrounded by chain-link fencing covered in graffiti.

The sound of sneakers squeaking against cracked concrete echoed through the neighborhood, mixed with cheering, trash talk, and loud music blasting from portable speakers.

The driver immediately slammed on the brakes.

"We’re here."

"You couldn’t pay me another five grand to go any farther."

Lucas smiled, pushed open the door, and stepped out of the taxi.

The driver didn’t wait.

The moment Lucas’s feet touched the ground...

The taxi sped away as though something was chasing it.

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