William held a mop in his hand, with a bucket at his feet. He watched Bai Ge making a call not far away.
A moment later, Bai Ge walked over. "Alright, I've contacted them for you. You can start working now. Clean it up before dawn tomorrow. Someone will come to inspect it at 7:30 AM. This is the longest I could drag it out."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "Consider this my apology to you. I caused you a lot of trouble. So, the compensation this time is very high. It will be settled in gold coins." As he spoke, he tossed a gold coin to William.
"You know how to use it. This one is my debt of apology." With that, he left without looking back, leaving William alone.
As for the consequences of not completing it, Bai Ge didn't say, and William didn't ask. On the surface, the order in this country hadn't collapsed yet. The one-night delay was due to an agreement.
William looked at the bar in front of him, which had already bid farewell to darkness. Broken bottles littered the floor. It looked like a massive cleaning job.
At this moment, the system popped up again.
【Joyful Bar】
Mission Issued: Please clean the bar in front of you and prove your ability!
Process corpses: (0 / 27)
Wipe away all bloodstains: 0%
Collect evidence: (0 / 145)
Move furniture back to original position: (0 / 69)
Destroy surveillance (0 / 7)
From this, one could tell it was a big job. William pulled out the mop, ready to work. He skillfully fetched water and began cleaning.
The advantage of having a cheat was William's incredibly high work efficiency. It would take ordinary people a long time to repair these things. All William had to do was wait for about a minute or so.
Moreover, there was no need to worry about missing anything or not cleaning thoroughly. He just had to bury himself in the work. He changed the water repeatedly and moved things repeatedly. If anyone could see him, they would probably scream in terror! Because William didn't move things with his hands at all. With a wave of his hand, the trash was packaged. With another wave, the corpses were packaged.
After placing them neatly at the entrance, William turned and looked at the fruits of his labor. Not bad, not bad, it looked brand new. If an uninformed person came, they would most likely think this place had just been renovated.
Looking at the mission progress bar on the panel, William was very satisfied with the job he found for himself. It was definitely not because he found good things in the bar.
Although the bulk of the money had been transferred beforehand, there was always some cash left. Not to mention the day's turnover. William had asked in advance. This income could be taken.
So, William's mouth curved into a wide smile. What a pity. William couldn't take these firearms that had been discharged. They had to be uniformly handled at a designated location. Yes, because this was considered a semi-"official" job, he didn't need to worry about the disposal. After he delivered these creatively deceased packages to the Hotel, someone would settle the bill for him.
He looked at the Saiga-12 in the passenger seat—a semi-automatic shotgun from the big brother. This was an extra gain this time. Counting his guns and bullets, a sense of security immediately arose.
Soon, William drove to the Hotel. He opened the car door and began moving. The disadvantage of being alone became apparent. Without help, he indeed had to do everything himself.
The person who came to pick him up was an old acquaintance, Miss Annabelle. As William's own strength increased, the pressure Annabelle exerted on him grew even higher.
Looking at the inconspicuous young man in front of her, combined with the feeling from their first meeting and the various rumors she had heard in the short week since, Annabelle was also very emotional. This trajectory, she estimated, was a path of self-destruction from which there was no return.
They walked quietly down a path that was clearly an employee corridor. Neither of them spoke the entire way. William was immersed in the joy of counting money and paid no attention to Annabelle.
Instead, Annabelle couldn't help but speak. "Be careful." A very soft voice came. William, pushing the bed, turned his head to look. He only saw Annabelle's fair neck.
After all the packages had returned to the warm flames, Annabelle stopped William, who was about to leave. "Will you accept membership in the Continental Hotel?" When she said this, Annabelle's expression was very serious.
This was an invitation from hell. After accepting it, peaceful days would probably be gone forever. William looked at the "hell messenger" in front of him. In the end, he still nodded.
If he had to affiliate himself somewhere, this place was pretty good. As long as he didn't stick his head out, he should still be able to retire safely, right?
Upon hearing William agree, Annabelle visibly relaxed. She seemed to wave her hand unintentionally and then began to explain the procedure to William.
He needed to swear an oath according to the standards of the High Table. Kneeling on one knee, he swore loyalty to the High Table. Hearing that familiar line, William couldn't help but feel a little dazed. It was just that the person speaking wasn't Master Yeah. What a pity.
Soon, a silver-white ring appeared on William's left hand. After the ceremony was completed, William noticed that Annabelle's attitude towards him had significantly improved. It was as if she regarded him as one of her own.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, William received several addresses: a tailor, a car dealership, an emergency station, a weapons shop, a trading point providing gold coin exchange services... and a series of other service points. Each one spoke of the terrifying power of the High Table. There were so many direct institutions alone.
In addition to these, there was also a map showing the distribution of various forces. William even saw the avatar of the boss he had seen when cleaning the warehouse last time, and from the color, it seemed he controlled a street's territory.
"What about intelligence?" William noticed the key point. These addresses did not include a place for intelligence trading.
Annabelle smiled and pointed to her feet. "If you need anything, you can go to the bar for a drink and see. The wine here is not bad."
William understood this time. For these people, the importance of intelligence was undoubtedly paramount. Was this not a form of monopoly? The convergence point of the intelligence network was the Hotel.
Thinking of this, William felt his status seemed to have unconsciously risen. At least this time, the receptionist was not a book, but the front desk. The Hotel's front desk was not ordinary. Who would let them be a deputy without the utmost trust?
Before leaving, Annabelle helped William update his APP. The functions on his phone had clearly increased, and William's authority had also increased. Then Annabelle took out two gold coins with patterns from her pocket and pushed them towards William. This action signaled the end of their meeting.
Putting away these gold coins, William quickly left. He felt many eyes scrutinizing him. Subconsciously, he wanted to hide.
