A cold, damp wind flooded into the room. The woman looked up and saw a man walk in, clad in a black cloak and mask, completely soaked.
"Welcome. How may I help you?"
Upon seeing him, the woman put on a professional smile, seemingly unfazed by his attire.
After all, while on the surface it was an ordinary milk tea shop with mediocre business, in reality, it was a front for taking contracts on people's lives.
Anyone who became a killer was a desperado.
She had seen her share of eccentrically dressed people, so she paid him no mind.
"I have a big job for you, one you can't handle. Get your manager out here."
The man's gaze swept around the room as he spoke slowly, his voice muffled.
"Alright, sir. Please wait a moment!"
Hearing there was big business, the woman's eyes brightened, and her tone became more respectful.
After all, she stood to earn a sizable commission from a lucrative job like this one.
