Exiting the VIP tunnel, the president threw his cloak back to the waiter at the bar, and left without saying a word.

He didn't get any assurance from the Cloak Man.

The president was very upset.

Just a few days ago, the Cloak Man said something similar to him, and at that time he felt that such rules were great and gave customers a sense of security.

Unexpectedly, in just a few days, his senses of that organization had changed so much.

"Eugene!"

All the negativity comes down to the person in the end.

The president angrily walked to the gate and instructed Kirk and the others who came up, "You guys stay here and watch out for the guys who come out of the VIP passage." ”

"Especially the kind of people who look like they're coming for the first time."

"If there's a suspicious target, you can do it."

Kirk needed such a task to reverse his impression in the boss's mind, so he immediately patted his chest, "Guarantee to complete the task." ”

At six o'clock in the evening, it is the end of work at the Xilun Textile Factory.

After saying goodbye to her colleagues, Varina finally regained her freedom of movement.

As usual, he went to a nearby café to eat first; Unlike usual, this time he ordered an extra oyster soup as a starting point to improve his meal.

After dinner, Varina walked to Greenfield Road – a plan he had made the night before.

After almost an hour, he came to Greenfield Road and saw the sign of the Boiling Blood Bar.

Upon entering, Varina took a moment to look at the layout of the bar, and saw the chip exchange office at the entrance of the casino through the gap in the crowd.

Compared to the desertion of the afternoon, it was clear that the tavern was at its busiest time of the day, and Varina struggled to squeeze into the bar at the exchange office.

When the two had finished trading and left, he took a few steps forward and showed the waiter the letterhead of the assassination contract - mainly the emblem of "Party B".

The waiter glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze, not surprised, nor confused, but directly arranged: "Please wait on the side." ”

Then he raised his voice and looked at the person behind him: "Next." ”

Although Varina was forced to move out of the way, he was still in a good mood, because the waiter's reaction meant that he was not looking for the wrong place.

Soon, the guests who exchanged chips were temporarily emptied, and the waiter looked back at Varina and asked, "Password?" ”

Varina had long considered such a possible scenario and had conceived a way to deal with it.

He frowned, and even his suppressed voice increased a lot:

"And a code?"

"The boss didn't tell me any codes."

"No, I'm going in, the boss's business can't be delayed."

The waiter was stunned.

It was the first time since he took over the job that he had met a "distinguished guest" like Varina who didn't know the code.

Now is the time when there are the most people, and it can be said that people will come at any time, leaving a rather short time for the waiters to think.

Therefore, when Varina showed a little toughness, the waiter chose to compromise with the mentality that more is better than less.

"Alright, let's go inside."

The waiter moved out of the way, handed out the cloak, and at the same time said the code rule, "The code is the price and number of cups sold on the special sign on the bar counter, don't forget it next time." ”

Sending Varina into the passage, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief - he solved the problem.

Anyway, he is only responsible for screening out people who are not "distinguished guests", and as for the one just now, the emblem on the letterhead of the documents he presented alone is enough to prove that he is a "distinguished guest".

As long as it is, then no problem.

Anyway, according to his observations, the "circle" upstairs is quite complicated, and newcomers don't need much scrutiny to join.

On the other side of the door, Varina was also a little confused.

This is where it comes in?

Although he thought about relying on the performance just now, he was more prepared to set a few words of information before making plans.

But now that you've passed the level, let's go in and take a look.

With this in mind, Varina put on her cloak and stepped out on a completely unknown path.

Soon, he walked out of the hallway to the giant attic above the bar and took in the interior.

"This ...... It's like a flea market. ”

Such a scenario exceeded Varina's expectations.

The scenario he envisioned was closer to the following description:

A dimly lit hut with the only light illuminated a small desk, behind which a man in black, whose face was illegible, sat to receive visitors like him......

This is in line with the style of the killer organization.

In such a preset scene, the identity that Varina has woven for himself is the one he has just performed, the somewhat reckless gangster who is here to help the boss deal with the commission contract.

However, such a character is obviously inappropriate for the current scene.

In the few steps he took into the hall, Varina quickly positioned himself as a new and simple persona - a newcomer who had just joined with the help of his first impressions.

He is indeed a newcomer who has just joined, and it is good to act in his true colors.

Intrigued, Varina walked through the cloaked men's stalls as if she were actually visiting a flea market, and soon determined that it was indeed a flea market.

As a rough estimate, there are thirty or forty stalls in this market.

Everyone's stall is different, some people have bottles and cans, some people have flowers and plants, and some people have rune carvings and other things.

There are also a lot of people shuttling between the stalls, so that he will not become the focus of everyone's attention.

Varina estimated that this place was likely to be the same as the dragon bar that Neil Sr. took Klein to in the original book, and it was a market for extraordinary materials, but unfortunately he didn't know anything about extraordinary materials, and he couldn't be completely sure yet.

After walking like this for a while, Varina suddenly realized:

"Since I can come in, there must be a stall here that belongs to 'Party B', and it may even be a permanent stall."

So he quickened his pace a little and concentrated on finding "Party B".

After passing through most of the stalls in the hall, Varina stopped in front of one of the cloaked men.

The cloaked man didn't sell anything, just placed another chair beside him with a stack of papers—a blank template contract.

Varina was almost certain that this was the "Party B" he was looking for, but he decided to start with the temptation:

"Do you only sell template contracts here?"

The cloaked man on the opposite side snorted disdainfully and replied, "If you don't understand, don't ask, get out!" ”

Hearing such an answer, Varina under the cloak curled the corners of her mouth, "Found you!" ”

He no longer hesitated, took out the stolen commission contract from his trouser pocket, unfolded it in front of the cloak man, and said:

"That's how you treat your employers?"

"To be honest, I'm not satisfied."