Scar Dog couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth a few times as he listened, picking up a forkful of food and stuffing it into his mouth without saying a word.
It's been a while since he had tasted such delicious food.
He really missed it.
It kind of tasted like California Cuisine... a bit too light for his taste.
He preferred dishes with half a plate of chili peppers, half a plate of Sichuan peppers, and a hole dug in the middle for some meat.
But it was the first time in three months since he came to this world that he had tasted bona fide food in a restaurant.
After all, they didn't have any Credit Points in their pockets for the past three months. Credit Points were the exclusive currency system of the Mechanical Race, and it was only yesterday that this big spender gave them one million Federation Points.
Only then did they have some savings in their pockets to come here and buy a couple of firearms.
But they didn't dare to linger too long, with the mindset of getting things done quickly and returning quickly, because once they were exposed, it would indeed be a city-wide manhunt.
Without Energy Blocks, it would be tough to escape such a city-wide manhunt.
In fact, things have improved quite a bit recently.
When they first arrived in this world, they really had nothing, let alone guns, not even toilet paper.
As someone who has lived through decades of civilization.
Having to use mud patties...
Recalling those miserable times, Scar Dog couldn't help but clench his butthole and silently vow never to let himself stoop to the level of using mud patties to solve these problems again.
It hurt too much.
Meanwhile, Kerr Cowell's face was calm, taking a light sip of wine and nodding without saying much.
Trying to maintain the cold persona of a killer.
But deep down, there's still a little unease.
The Cold Wolf Gang hasn't figured them out yet, obviously because the nightwalker's people haven't contacted them yet.
Once the nightwalker's people contact the Cold Wolf Gang,
His and Scar Dog's identities would be undoubtedly exposed.
Now they could only hope that the nightwalker's people wouldn't show up right now, at least not until they left City 18.
After the third round of wine,
"Brother, I admire your ability. Today, I have another matter that needs your help."
With that,
The Cold Wolf Gang leader put a black card on the table.
You gotta be kidding...
Scar Dog stared at the black card, his expression a bit lost, as if someone was sending them money again?
Is there really such a kind-hearted person in this world?
Knowing that they've had a rough time since their descent to this world, living in constant fear and poverty, so they decided to give them money in various ways?
"We've worked together once before, so I won't waste too much time."
With a serious expression on his face, the Cold Wolf Gang Leader began, "The old man you killed was the leader of the rival gang, the Green Dragon Gang."
"Yesterday, he just happened to be driving alone to his warehouse without his men due to an emergency."
"And you two seized the opportunity and delivered the fatal blow."
"But... with this old man dead, all those things in the Green Dragon Gang have become unclaimed property."
"This old man has done a lot of dirty things in his life, and he ended up with no children."
"His life's savings are all stored in a warehouse."
"It is said that he had amassed quite a few Spatial Items, large-caliber weapons, and Energy Blocks."
"These things should have fallen into my hands."
"But because the Law Enforcement Bureau got the news of this old man's death before me, they sent people to confiscate everything in the warehouse."
While talking about it, the old boss of the Cold Wolf Gang couldn't help but have a bit of grievance towards Kerr Cowell.
"You should have informed me immediately after you completed your task."
"Otherwise, the stuff in that warehouse wouldn't have fallen into the hands of the Law Enforcement Bureau."
"With the death of the old man, the warehouse's defense firepower system he had set up stopped functioning, and the Green Dragon Gang dispersed."
"And what you need to do—"
"Is to help me recover all the things in the warehouse. For this, I am willing to pay 500,000 Credit Points and one-tenth of the total value of the items in the warehouse."
Kerr Cowell frowned slightly and thought for a moment: "Isn't the warehouse already confiscated by the Law Enforcement Bureau?"
"The things haven't been moved."
The Cold Wolf Gang Leader shook his head: "The Law Enforcement Bureau has only surrounded the warehouse and sealed it. They are still counting the stuff inside, and haven't taken them away."
"But you need to be quick."
"If you're too slow, you won't have anything left."
"Can't you do this kind of thing yourself?"
"Me?"
The Cold Wolf Gang Leader looked dumbfounded and incredulous: "How can I do it? I've been registered with the Law Enforcement Bureau, and they know more about my men and every gun I have than I do."
"My men will be raided by the Law Enforcement Bureau the day after they act."
"This kind of thing can only be done by you nightwalkers."
"As always, advance payment for the reward."
"Here are 500,000 Credit Points. When the job is done, you'll also get one-tenth of all the items in the warehouse. Believe me, even one-tenth is no small sum; the old man collected a lot of things."
"In fact, before the nightwalker's people, I had tried several times to assassinate that old bastard."
"But, all attempts failed."
"That old bastard had too many items on him."
"Only you guys can deal with it easily and efficiently; others just can't."
Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog exchanged glances, both seeing the heartache in each other's eyes.
Meaning... there were quite a few items on that old man they killed?
At that time, they didn't pay attention to this at all, killing him casually and tossing him into the trunk, and then burying him in the car fire along with it.
Moreover, they didn't find any items on the old man at all.
It could be that there was some hidden space item in which other items were stored, and they didn't notice when they moved the corpse?
Damn...
They let a big fish slip away.
With a calm expression, Kerr Cowell took a deep breath, naturally tucked the anonymous black card on the table into his pocket, and calmly said, "We'll take this job."
"Wait for our news within three days."
"By the way, this task is quite difficult, and we need some help from you."
"I need 10 Energy Blocks."
"10 Energy Blocks?"
The Cold Wolf Gang Leader couldn't help but gasp, somewhat toothache-stricken: "This thing is actually not worth much money; it's just that the control is too strict, and it's not easy for me to get it..."
But thinking about the profit the warehouse would bring once it's in their hands,
He gritted his teeth, and suddenly took out 10 Energy Blocks from his pocket and put them on the table, pushing them towards Kerr Cowell and the others: "Alright, I agree."
"I trust you guys to get things done."
"So, I await your good news."
"No problem."
Kerr Cowell grabbed the 10 Energy Blocks on the table, pocketed them, and chugged the wine on the table before striding towards the exit of the restaurant.
Seeing this, Scar Dog quickly followed suit.