Coming out of the VIP aisle, the president threw his cloak back to the waiter at the bar and left without saying a word.
He found little reassurance from the cloaked man.
The president was in a very irritable mood.
Just a few days ago, the cloaked man said something similar to him. At that time, he felt that such rules were great and could give customers a sense of security.
Unexpectedly, in just a few days, his sense of that organization had changed so much.
"Eugene!"
All negative emotions are ultimately attributed to this person.
The president walked towards the door angrily and ordered Kirk and others who came up: "You guys stay here and pay attention to the guys coming out of the VIP channel."
"Especially watch out for people who look like they're here for the first time."
"If there is a suspicious target, you can take action."
Kirk needed such a task to change his impression in the boss's mind, so he immediately patted his chest and said, "Promise to complete the task."
Six o'clock in the evening is the closing time of Silun Textile Factory.
After saying goodbye to his colleagues, Varina finally regained his freedom of movement.
As usual, he first went to a nearby cafe to dine; what was different from usual was that this time he ordered an extra serving of oyster soup as a start to improve his food.
After the meal, Varina walked to Green Road - a plan he had made last night.
After almost an hour, he came to Green Road and saw the sign of Boiling Blood Bar.
After 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 among the people passing by.
Compared with the deserted afternoon, the tavern was obviously at the busiest time of the day. It took a lot of effort for Varina to squeeze in front of the bar of the exchange office.
After the first two people finished the transaction and left, he took a few steps forward and showed the letterhead of the assassination contract to the waiter - mainly showing the emblem of "Party B".
The waiter glanced at it and then looked away. He was not surprised or confused, but directly arranged: "Please wait aside."
Then he raised his voice and looked at the person behind him: "Next."
Although Varina was forced to give up his seat, he was still in a good mood, because the waiter's reaction meant that he was not in the wrong place.
Soon, the customers who exchanged chips were temporarily cleared, and the waiter looked at Varina again and asked: "Secret code?"
Varina has long considered this possible situation and devised a way to deal with it.
He frowned, and even his suppressed voice became much louder:
"You want a secret code?"
"The boss didn't tell me any secret code."
"No, I have to go in. The boss's business cannot be delayed."
The waiter was stunned.
Since he took over this job, this was the first time he saw a "distinguished guest" like Varina who didn't know the password.
Now is the time when there are the most people. It can be said that someone will come at any time, leaving the waiter with a very short time to think.
Therefore, when Varina showed a little toughness, the waiter chose to compromise with the mentality of doing more than doing less.
"Okay, let's go in."
The waiter moved out of the way, handed out the cloak, and said the secret code rules at the same time, "The secret code is the price and number of cups sold on the special sign on the bar. Don't forget it next time."
Walking Varina into the passage, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief - he had solved the problem.
Anyway, he is only responsible for screening out people who are not "distinguished guests". As for the person just now, the emblem on the letterhead of the document he produced is enough to prove that he is a "distinguished guest".
As long as it is, that's fine.
Anyway, according to his observation, the people in the "circle" upstairs are quite complex, and no review is required for new people to join.
On the other side of the door, Varina was also a little confused.
Come in now?
Although he had thought about relying on the performance just now to get through, he was more prepared to gather a few pieces of information and then make plans.
But now that we've passed the test, let's go in and take a look.
Thinking of this, Varina put on his cloak and stepped onto a completely unknown road ahead.
Soon, he walked out of the passage and came to the giant loft above the bar, taking a general view of the interior.
"This... this looks like a flea market."
Such a scene exceeded Varina's expectations.
The scene he envisioned was closer to the following description:
In a dark cabin, the only light inside illuminated a small desk. An unidentifiable man in black sat behind the desk, responsible for receiving visitors like him...
This is in line with the style of the killer organization.
In such a preset scene, the identity Varina weaved for himself was the one he had just performed, that of a somewhat reckless gangster who came to help the boss handle the entrustment contract.
However, such a character is obviously inappropriate in the current scene.
In the few steps he took into the hall, Varina quickly positioned himself as a new simple persona - a new person who had just joined, based on the first impression he gained from observation.
He is indeed a newcomer who has just joined, so he can just play his true self.
With curiosity, Varina walked between the cloaked men's stalls as if he were actually visiting a flea market, and soon determined that this was really a flea market.
A rough estimate is that there are thirty or forty stalls in this market.
Everyone's stall is different. Some have bottles and cans, others have flowers and plants, and some have rune carvings and the like.
There were also many people walking between the various stalls, so that he would not be the center of attention.
Varina estimated that this place was probably the same as the Dragon Bar where Old Neil took Klein to in the original work. It was a trading market for extraordinary materials. Unfortunately, he didn't know any extraordinary materials, so 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 slightly and concentrated on looking for "Party B".
After passing most of the stalls in the hall, Varina stopped in front of a cloaked man.
The cloaked man did not sell anything, but placed another chair next to him with a stack of papers on it - it was a blank template contract.
Varina was almost certain that this was the "Party B" he was looking for, but he decided to start with testing first:
"Do you only sell template contracts here?"
The cloaked man opposite gave a disdainful "hum" and replied: "Don't ask questions if you don't understand, get out!"
Hearing this answer, Warina under the cloak raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I found you!"
He no longer hesitated, took out the stolen commission contract from his trouser pocket, unfolded it in front of the cloaked man, and said:
"Is this how you treat your employer?"
"To be honest, I'm not satisfied."
