Er Dan rubbed his hands together.
Old Chen couldn't help but chuckle, "We're all old hands here; do you really think you could pull it off?"
"Just forget those random thoughts."
However, the job Er Dan talked about did indeed fit Old Chen's expectations.
Yunfang Boat wasn't too far from Li Che's small courtyard, and Old Chen had long heard of its great reputation.
Even though it was a place of pleasure, the money Old Chen earned there from his honest work wasn't dirty.
Seeing that Old Chen had agreed, Er Dan took him to the Beggars' Sect's base near Yunfang Boat.
For a Blood Exchange Warrior, finding a job in Mansion City wasn't too hard.
The Beggars' Sect's deacon dressed quite neatly, not at all like a beggar, but more like a rich man indulging in luxury.
"Alright, Blood Exchange Warrior, although your vitality has declined somewhat, it's enough for guarding goods," the deacon said.
