Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

The hotel owner's sharp-nosed and monkey-faced face was revealed under the hood.

He glanced left and right for a while before turning back and continuing to walk forward.

He seemed to hear footsteps just now.

But when he turned around, he didn't see anyone.

He thought about it and concluded that it was probably because of the echo of his own footsteps in the alley that gave him an illusion.

He saw with his own eyes the two ship girls carrying the mercenary-like guy out of his tavern.

He immediately left the tavern through the back door. He didn't believe that the ship girl could see where his hidden back door was through a building.

However, he did see a very beautiful owl in broad daylight, with gray and white feathers. You don't often see this kind of thing on weekdays.

Because owls of this color were distributed quite widely, and he had seen people keeping them as pets before, and they always came out to forage during the day, he didn't find it strange.

It is normal for a pub owner to be well-informed.

The tavern owner pondered as he continued walking deeper into the alley in small steps.

He walked until he reached the end of the alley, where there was no way to go, and then he stopped and knocked on the door of a nearby building.

He had said before that his pub only served wine and food, and of course he was not lying.

Of course, his tavern only served wine and food.

It is normal for a place to sell the same things that are sold.

For example, this building is specifically used to sell intelligence and issue mercenary missions.

Of course, it is underground in nature.

For regular intelligence and mercenary missions, please go to the Saga Naval Base. There are no such childish and meaningless missions here as rescuing a pet cat that can't get down from a tree or delivering a letter.

The missions he has here are all about murder, robbery, kidnapping and trafficking.

Of course, there are also some positive ones, such as offering a reward for a bandit leader or simply paying money to eliminate an entire bandit gang or pirate gang.

To be honest, that shabby pub doesn't make any money at all.

"Boom! Boom!"

After the specific rhythmic code of 8 in front and 16 in the back was matched, the small window frame on the door was pulled over, and a pair of bloodshot eyes appeared behind the small window frame.

"Bang!"

After seeing clearly who was coming, he immediately closed the window frame.

"Squeak."

The entire door was pulled open.

"boss."

At the door stood a burly man, more than two meters tall.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The tavern owner, who was never stingy with his own people, patted the sturdy man on the arm and continued walking into the building.

In just two steps, he reached the most important room.

This was supposed to be a residential building originally, but now it has been opened up and transformed into a whole hall.

There is a round bar in the middle.

There are four blackboards in the middle of the bar, and there are staff standing at the bar, constantly modifying and updating the contents on the blackboard with chalk and erasers.

Most of the information posted on the blackboard are mercenary tasks, and a small part is information about selling intelligence.

There are four blackboards with the same content written on them.

It is divided into four directions to make it convenient for people in the hall to see the contents on the blackboard from all positions.

There were many tables, chairs and benches placed around for the mercenaries to rest.

As for issuing tasks on the spot, the resting place for the financial sponsor who will meet the recipient on the spot is in a separate room upstairs.

Of course, most of the big money sponsors won’t even come, they will just send an errand boy.

As wealthy people, they have to pay attention to their image.

At this moment, there are far more people in this room than in the tavern owner's tavern.

It can even be described as a place where people are bustling and crowded.

Groups of people were crowded in the hall.

These were all people from different mercenary teams, and they were all gathered together, so they formed groups.

The tavern owner would not spend money to change a room just because it is crowded.

Regardless of how long this underground employment agency has been open, he is unwilling to give up the advantage that the crowdedness makes him seem more popular.

Besides, he would save as much as possible and he would not spend a penny more.

It’s not like it’s unusable.

The acceptance and distribution of tasks are not at the bar in the middle, but at the tables next to it.

Like a bank counter, the reception desks are separated by wooden partitions.

There are also dedicated staff here to provide one-on-one service.

Unlike the window for accepting tasks, the window for issuing tasks is filled with beautiful girls dressed beautifully.

Obviously, the tavern owner deeply understands one thing, that is, he must entertain the financial sponsors well.

The window for accepting tasks is filled with some honest men who are hired.

This effectively reduced labor costs, and the pub owner was very proud of it for a time.

When facing a group of mercenaries who come to take on missions, there is no need to be accompanied by a pretty girl.

They are all rough guys who come here to make money, not to spend it.

Basically, he can't provide much funds to the tavern owner, and he certainly won't be willing to serve him with good things.

He can only take a small portion of the mission commission.

The real big money comes from the financial sponsors who issue the tasks.

The amount of task commission is determined according to the difficulty of the task posted, and fees are deducted from it.

Of course, the release time is also a factor to consider; the longer it stays on the blackboard, the more money the tavern owner will have to pay.

Mercenaries are all poor guys who are stingy.

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes, and if you push them too hard, they will fight you to the death.

But those financial sponsors have a lot of things to consider, such as reputation and face, and they all have money, so they will definitely not make a fuss over a mere amount of money to rent a blackboard.

The boss walked across the hall, stumbled, and came face to face with another burly man.

The big man nodded and stepped aside.

The boss also patted the big man's arm and then walked up the stairs.

At the end of the stairs is the second floor of the underground mercenary agency, where the VIPs, or people who issue tasks, stay.

Of course, most of them are big money sponsors and small task issuers, and they are all downstairs, staying in the same hall with the mercenaries.

"Is the person who issued the 327th mission this month here?"

The tavern owner asked as he came upstairs.

"Hello boss... He's not here, but he left a message saying he'd be here at 2 o'clock, and it's almost 2 o'clock now."

There is also a bar at the stairs on the second floor.

Inside was a pretty young girl, who was specially arranged to serve the sponsors on the second floor, doing tasks like serving tea and water.

"Then I'll wait a moment."

The tavern owner was silent for a while, then pushed open the first room at hand, which was the exclusive tea room he reserved for himself: "If he comes, let me know."

"Good boss."

Although the girl didn't understand what her boss was doing, as a subordinate, especially an employee in a place like this, it was better to ask less and do more.

Otherwise, you might accidentally lose your life.

NO.385 It is impossible to let go of money

"Bang bang."

The knock on the door echoed in the room.

The tavern owner opened his eyes and looked towards the door: "Come in!"

"Boss, he's already here."

The day before yesterday, my little sister pushed open the door and poked her little head in.

"Okay, go and do your work."

This matter is between him as a boss and his customers, and has nothing to do with this little girl.

As a boss, he does promote linking employees' efforts with their salaries, but the girl serving tea and water is still very young.

He is not some devilish gangster boss, so he certainly wouldn't let such a young girl be exposed to the dangers of society.

Of course, it is also because such a young girl is too young and has no experience.

Maybe a little material reward from the outside will get a lot of things out of him.

Or maybe if he was just tortured he would confess everything.

For the sake of Xiao Ming and his clients' reputation, the fewer people who know about their transactions, the better.

After the door was closed and the girl walked back to the front desk.

The tavern owner rubbed his face with his hands to cheer himself up.

Then he opened the door and came to the door of Room 6.

This is just an underground mission hiring center converted from a residential building, so we can't expect it to have many lounges.

In fact, there are only 8 rooms on the second floor, so he found some smoother numbers, such as 6, 8, or simply 666, 888.

In fact, there are not 600 rooms or 800 rooms.

"Who?"

A deep voice came from the room, and it sounded like someone was speaking from a metal can.

And there was water in the metal can.

Make the sound gurgling, moist and sticky.

It's a bit like the purring sound a cat makes when being stroked by someone it likes, and when combined with human speech, this effect is created.

Anyway, the tavern owner thought that this was the most terrifying sound he had ever heard in his life.

He had never heard it anywhere before, even though he was a man who considered himself well-informed.

Sometimes he even thought that if the deep sea had intelligence and could speak, this would be what it would sound like.

Of course, no one has ever seen an intelligent deep sea in all these years.

So this speculation was overturned by him in one fell swoop.

Then there is only one possibility.

It's the people in the room who use some equipment to change their voices.

The tavern owner also tried to explore and manufacture this kind of equipment, but never succeeded.

For someone like him who works as an underground intelligence mercenary hunter, this kind of equipment that can hide his true self and mislead others is very useful.

However, this employer did give him an idea.

Making voice-changing devices might become a hobby for him in the future.

Of course hobbies can also provide funds.