Ya Bi stood at the doorway. He didn't even dare to go in and check himself. He was afraid of dirtying the floor.
“Hiss, what a job! This job was done perfectly!” Ya Bi glanced at William. You really can’t judge a book by its cover. What does it feel like to find a treasure? Of course, it’s about figuring out how to keep that person.
Ya Bi got into the car briskly, and after a while, took out an envelope. He walked over and handed it to William, along with a business card.
Ya Bi guaranteed to William: “Well done, buddy. I’ll find you again next time there’s a job. This is my business card. If you need my help with anything, you can come to me. The price is negotiable!”
Thinking that William had come by subway, Ya Bi’s eyes grew a little more fervent. He didn’t even have a car, what did that mean? A complete newbie! Just started, easy to fool, highly skilled, poor. A pure workhorse.
The more Ya Bi thought about it, the happier he became. With a wave of his hand, he gave William a Chevrolet van. The Cleaners hired by Ya Bi’s previous boss often drove this type of car. It was inconspicuous and could hold a lot.
William’s mood also improved. An 8,000 salary and a van to boot! He had practically struck gold. He happily took the envelope and put away the business card. Not bad, not bad. I forgive you for making me do so much work.
After William drove away, Ya Bi looked at the warehouse again. Then he looked at the information about William in his hand. He silently remembered William’s name. He also gave a 5-star rating, expressing his respect.
Humming an unknown tune, Ya Bi drove away. His luck had been really good these past two days. Not only did he successfully get promoted, but he also met a talented person. No, he definitely had to have a couple of drinks tonight. It was a day worth celebrating.
At the same time, William’s name quietly appeared on the rankings. The buffs were fully stacked. A rookie killer. His first mission received a 5-star rating. This caused William’s name to appear at the bottom of the LSJ Rookie Killer list. After all, people couldn’t see what missions members completed. Outsiders could only see the mission evaluations. Since William registered as a killer, he was naturally evaluated according to the killer rankings.
The misunderstanding thus arose. Everyone was asking which faction this new guy named William belonged to. But after asking around, no one found out. So, everyone realized he was a wild card.
Annabelle, the receptionist at the Continental Hotel, naturally received the news. After all, she had greeted him. She just hadn’t expected the guy to be so capable. She summarized a few characteristics she had observed to the Manager of the Continental Hotel, attaching a photo taken from surveillance footage. William’s information then began to circulate in a small circle.
After Book saw the message from her family, she found it difficult to comment. She could see the information, but according to the agreement with the High Table, she couldn’t say anything. Although she also didn't know why a killer would take a Cleaner’s job. In the end, she could only dryly tell her family that William was… very strange.
William, the protagonist, had no idea what was happening. As a newbie with no information channels, his most urgent task now was to find a place to live.
Downtown was still peaceful today. Trash was everywhere, and idle people roamed the streets. After much thought, William decided to register this van as his personal vehicle.
First, it had a large capacity. Second, it was inconspicuous. Third, he needed a car for work, but he couldn’t afford anything else.
Driving, William suddenly remembered something: he didn’t have a place to live yet! This was the consequence of being a freelancer. He had to arrange his own accommodation. William wasn’t picky about his living conditions; as long as it was livable, it was fine.
So, William found a roadside parking spot. He needed to check how much cash he had before deciding what kind of house he could afford. He opened it and saw 10,000 dollars. Wait? Ten thousand dollars? Wasn’t it supposed to be eight thousand? It seemed his work was very satisfactory, and a boss willing to give a tip was a good boss. Not bad, I remember you, Sunglasses Guy.
Logging onto the forum’s official website, he found a reasonably priced house with a nice environment in the rental section. He secured it for 4,000 (one month’s rent plus deposit). Although the landlord clearly looked like an informant for the Hotel, it didn’t matter. He was just a nobody.
He arrived at his “home” for the next month. As an apartment, like most apartments, it was only livable. If you asked how good it was to live there, that would be hard to say.
William lay on the apartment’s spring bed, listening to the creaking sounds. He pondered his assets and the urgent matters ahead. Hmm, he needed to open a shop. At least he needed a legitimate job. Thinking about what he could do, he realized that a cleaning company was indeed the best refuge for people like him.
He would take care of it tomorrow. Then he could also be a small boss. But for now, William, after a day’s work, just wanted to rest well. Unlike the tireless characters in games, although the system’s tools helped him solve many problems, he still had to do the work himself.
With anticipation for tomorrow, William fell into a deep sleep. Meanwhile, many people in the outside world were kept awake by various inexplicable messages.
As the undisputed king of Downtown’s underground, One-Eyed Hank always looked down on the entire Downtown like a king, observing everything. Although nominally subordinate to the High Table, that was only in name. No king would allow anyone above him. So, naturally, Hank was not as honest as he seemed.
Placing his people in the Hotel and other gangs was standard practice. More importantly, it was about armed forces. Although Hank only had one eye, he saw very clearly that only by controlling military power could he make the High Table wary even a little.
News of William naturally also reached him. But Hank only glanced at it and moved on. Such minor matters were not within his scope of attention. At his level, he either used his own people or those with vested interests. Clearly, William was neither.
The only reason this document reached his desk was thanks to Book’s ambiguous remark.
William didn’t know he had missed out on someone’s attention. But it didn’t matter, because others still noticed him. At least they remembered the name. Regional reputation increased!
By the time William woke up, it was already dark. Hungry after a day, William saw a Mexican burrito shop downstairs. Mexican corn wraps. They tasted excellent.
Delicious and inexpensive. After finishing dinner, William was about to praise the vendor’s craftsmanship when he heard a familiar sound coming from the vendor’s body.
Then, under William’s gaze, a familiar flip phone was pulled out.
Only then did William realize that this person was a colleague?
