America.
A foot massage salon with the sign "Satisfaction Hall."
The business inside was desolate, without a single customer.
A man who appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight was leisurely reclining in a bamboo wicker chair behind the counter, waiting for customers to come in.
"San Liu, come!"
A blonde-haired, blue-eyed young beauty squatting beside him pinched a grape that had been peeled and fed it to the man's mouth.
"Awo."
The man responded to the sound by opening his mouth and ate the grape in one bite.
After eating, the man mumbled, "Still no customers, could it really be just this one job and then straight back to Huaxia?"
"Don't worry San Liu, there will definitely be customers coming," the young beauty comforted the man.
The man said, "I'm actually not in a hurry either, but it's not just me who took this job—there's also Nameless. Although he's cautious and doesn't make a move without absolute certainty, what if the New Dragon King is a fool and lets him get there first? That's a bounty of several billion.
Indeed, the owner of Satisfaction Hall was that top-grade assassin who struck terror in the hearts of people, San Liu.
After he took the contract to assassinate the New Dragon King, Mu Jinyu, he felt that going back to Huaxia directly to kill him seemed like an overkill for his skills, so he wanted to take a few more jobs before going back to the country to borrow Mu Jinyu's head for a while.
However, after waiting for a long time, no one came, which made him a little restless.
How easy is it for an assassin to get a job?
Moreover, as a top-grade assassin of his status, only those offering a bounty of more than a billion could make him take on a job; anything less simply wouldn't get his attention.
San Liu had thought that since he hadn't been taking assassination jobs in Huaxia for a while, now that he's willing, there would definitely be a line of people seeking his service. However, reality slapped him in the face, as he waited all morning and still no one came.
"Could it be that they went to find Nameless?" the young beauty frowned and asked worriedly.
"Impossible," San Liu rejected outright. "That guy Nameless always keeps to himself. Lots of people want to find him to take out their rivals, but they can't even get his contact details. How approachable I am, yet they didn't come to me; how would they reach Nameless? Sigh… forget it, let's wait another half a day. If no one shows up by then, I'll head out for the New Dragon King assassination."
As San Liu prattled on, he rocked the wicker chair and said, "I'll take a little nap first; if someone comes, give me a shout... Zzz... Zzz..."
Before he could finish his sentence, San Liu had fallen asleep.
If those wealthy magnates who paid a hefty sum for San Liu to eliminate their rivals saw him like this, they would doubt whether he was reliable or if his reputation of being unbeaten was true.
The blonde beauty saw San Liu sleeping and smiled, then fetched a thin blanket and covered him with it to prevent him from catching a cold.
Though with San Liu's constitution, he wasn't likely to catch a cold because of this.
But this was also part of her duty as his maid, Salina.
Just as Salina finished covering San Liu with the blanket, the curtain at the door of Satisfaction Hall was flung open, and a somewhat sleazy-looking middle-aged man walked in.
This was a man with black hair and black eyes, a bona fide Huaxia native.
Salina looked at the middle-aged man and instinctively felt that he wasn't the kind of patron who would hire a third-rate assassin.
But out of politeness, she still said, "Welcome to Satisfaction Hall!"
Her words were properly and clearly enunciated.
The sleazy middle-aged man was slightly taken aback upon hearing Salina's greeting, finding that her Mandarin was even more standard than his own. Then, with some restraint, he asked, "Hello, may I ask if this Satisfaction Hall... really is... a 'Heaven' that can satisfy a person's... every wish?"
"Yes," Salina nodded and said, "What do you need? At Satisfaction Hall, we can satisfy all your needs."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up, and with a look of extreme greed, he stared at Salina and asked, "Then... do you take orders for going out?"
He thought to himself that this little foreign lass was quite the looker, though he wasn't sure how much she would cost—probably something to ask about later.
"Take orders? Of course," Salina said. "May I ask if you require a wet service or a dry one?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man was slightly startled, not understanding why Salina would say such a thing. But then he realized that Satisfaction Hall was masquerading as a foot bath service, so even if this beautiful girl took orders, she would surely have to use the jargon of a foot bath service to discuss the specifics.
She couldn't simply say how much for once or how much for the whole night...
With understanding, he nodded and asked eagerly, "Is there a difference between dry and wet service?"
Salina explained, "Dry service means clean and traceless; after the job is done, no evidence will be left behind."
"Wet service is where we clean up the crime scene for you, but you are responsible for any follow-up. If anything happens, we won't get involved..."
The middle-aged man, misunderstanding this as the difference between takeout and dine-in, said, "Then let's go with the wet service."
He thought there was no need to worry about leaving any evidence since his wife wasn't in America, hence no fear of getting caught cheating.
"Very well, please provide me with the information about your desired target and make the payment here. It will be a total of five hundred and sixty million. Please make your payment here."
Seeing that she was about to close the deal, Salina was quite happy. She extended her hand, signaling the sleazy middle-aged man to come over to the counter to pay.
"Ah, right... Huh?!"
The middle-aged man, still thinking about what target information might mean, was suddenly startled by the price Salina quoted and exclaimed, "What did you say? Five hundred and sixty million?"
"Yes!" Salina frowned slightly but still replied amiably, "That's my starting fee, five hundred and sixty million. This generally also depends on the difficulty of your target. If the target is troublesome, the price will rise."
The middle-aged man was confused about this pricing for a target but no longer cared and cursed, "What the fuck, you gold-digger? Starting at five hundred and sixty million, are you inflating your price? If I had that kind of money, wouldn't I rather enjoy the fresh models at a brothel? Why the hell would I come to find a bitch like you…"
He didn't finish his sentence before a loud thud was heard.
A brick, seemingly from nowhere, shattered the head of the sleazy middle-aged man, causing him to sprawl on the ground, howling in pain.
It turned out that the middle-aged man's incredulous shout was too loud and woke up San Liu, who had been snoring in deep sleep. Reacting quickly, San Liu grabbed a brick and smashed it at him.
What's all the noise about, what the fuck are you yelling for?!"
San Liu was pissed off. He had been sleeping soundly, dreaming of everything and was about to dream of taking down the New Dragon King and getting that thirty-three billion bounty when the man's screaming woke him up.
He got up, went over to the middle-aged man, and beat him to within an inch of his life, feeling a bit relieved after that. Then he turned to Salina and asked, "What just happened?"