I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

In that instant, his squatting posture seemed to have been paused.

In the past two years, he has always believed that he has escaped the lower class of Guding Street and is climbing up the social ladder step by step.

He even deliberately reduced his contact with his old gang of neighborhood thugs.

They were afraid of being accidentally seen and losing their "identity".

Aside from needing money, he rarely goes back to Guding Street.

But now.

A younger brother who used to call him "Big Brother".

A guy wearing shoes with broken soles and whose jacket buttons were all missing.

They were able to use the VIP lane.

They actually managed to get on the good side of the Hearst family.

Albert felt as if he had been struck hard in the head.

The echo of that strike reverberated continuously within his skull.

The Phoenix Brotherhood had rejected his membership application for a year.

The scene shows a senior bodyguard from the Hearst family having a lively conversation with Evan.

These two things were forcibly pieced together in his mind, shattering all the self-persuasion he had done over the past two years.

"Why should I?"

He squeezed out three words through gritted teeth, without even realizing it himself.

At the same time, the pocket watch on Dennis's chest suddenly rang softly.

He looked down in surprise and found that all the pointers, which should have been working properly, were pointing at Albert, who was squatting on the ground.

"Looks like this stray dog ​​is finally useful; we can use it now!"

A hint of joy flashed in Dennis's eyes.

This pocket watch was a "sacred object" bestowed upon him by the company president.

He can help the president select the people the president needs.

The previous one selected was LeBron.

And indeed, LeBon agreed to hold that ceremony for revenge.

They also helped the witch test the effects of her spells.

Now, it's the stray dog ​​that's already annoyed them.

Then he revealed a sinister smile: "Trus, your chance to join the Brotherhood has come."

Albert, who was squatting on the ground, widened his eyes in excitement after hearing this.

He stood up, incredibly excited.

At that moment, he felt as if heaven had opened its doors to him!

Chapter 59: Thank you, I'm so impressed! (Please read on!)

Ivan followed behind Kap, watching Eldin walk into the VIP waiting room.

Just as he was about to step over the gilded threshold, Garp gently pulled his arm.

"Boy."

There was no malice in Garp's tone, only the advice of someone with more experience to a younger person.

"If you go in dressed like that, you'll be thrown into a mental hospital."

Evan looked down at his wool jacket, which was missing a button, then glanced up at the upper-class crowd in the waiting room, consisting of people in three-piece suits and fur-trimmed coats.

He sighed silently to himself.

"Sigh! I never thought that I, Yi Aotian, would be stuck at the threshold of showing off and getting slapped in the face because of my clothes..."

"I have disgraced the time travelers and failed my fellow villagers."

Karp, along with two other bodyguards, bypassed the waiting room and walked straight to the VIP platform on the marble floor.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are made of dark walnut wood, inlaid with brass decorative strips, and every few meters there is a lamp with a milky white glass shade hanging on it.

The marble floor was polished to a spotless shine, reflecting the silhouette of every passerby.

Garp, who was walking at the front, spoke as he went.

“Arkham. It’s good to be capable, but you need to have vision and self-awareness.”

His tone was calm, not like he was scolding someone, but more like he was imparting some kind of philosophy of survival.

"Often, class differences cannot be bridged by skill alone."

Ivan followed behind him, carrying a sixty-pound suitcase with ease in both hands, his steps as light as if he were only carrying two bottles of soda.

"This time, the young lady and several other companions have booked an entire carriage. That's their main area of ​​activity."

"My task is to ensure the safety of the entire carriage and keep those troublemakers out."

Ivan asked, "Who are the busybodies?"

Garp's eyebrows twitched.

"A lurking robber. An admired young nobleman. And some scheming individuals deliberately looking for trouble."

He paused, a rare hint of disgust in his voice.

"Especially those nouveau riche with no real foundation. And those guys who specialize in shady businesses."

"These people can be very difficult to deal with. You need to be mentally prepared."

Evan asked, "What if we offend them...?"

Garp nodded.

"They might beat you up by their bodyguards."

He turned and glanced at Evan.

The young man carried two 60-pound leather suitcases in his hands, walking briskly up the marble steps, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"What? Want to quit?"

Ivan looked up, his eyes filled with utmost seriousness.

"You'll have to pay more."

He looked directly at Karp.

“When Miss Hearst invited me, she didn’t mention this when she said it was three dollars a day.”

The two young bodyguards following behind Karp couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

The blond youth on the left laughed with a hint of sarcasm.

"Kid, aren't you afraid you'll have the life to collect the money but not the life to spend it?"

Ivan turned his head, his gaze indifferent.

"Being beaten to death is only a matter of minutes."

"If you go hungry for several days, that would be really torturous."

The blond youth opened his mouth slightly, but ultimately said nothing.

Garp nodded.

"Okay. I'll give you an extra dollar every day."

As he spoke, the group finally walked onto the VIP platform.

The gleaming black locomotive was already parked in front of the platform.

Steam continuously spewed out from the piston gaps at the bottom of the engine, condensing into large plumes of white mist in the cold air of mid-to-late November.

The porters are carrying the VIPs' large luggage to their designated carriages in advance, following the order of the numbered tags.

Each trunk had a small brass tag attached to its handle, engraved with the family crest.

The porters' work jackets were neat and clean, completely free of the coal dust and sweat smell that you'd find on Guding Street.

The loudspeaker crackled overhead, and a deep male voice was repeating the pre-departure instructions in clear English.

The air was filled with the smell of engine oil, the aroma of hot coffee, and the smoke from cigars wafting from one of the carriages.

Ivan followed Karp into a dark brown, custom-made carriage.

Two attendants in dark green uniforms stood at the carriage door, their posture upright and their features regular.

Upon seeing Garp, they immediately bowed and made way for him.

As he crossed the threshold, a space that completely overturned his understanding appeared on his left.

There are no seats in the traditional sense inside this carriage.

Upon entering, the first thing you see is a complete beverage bar.

The deep red mahogany tabletop is backed by a row of glass bottles.

Bourbon whisky, Scotch whisky, champagne, Bordeaux wine, and various liqueurs.

The middle section features a copper coffee machine and tea set area.

Each cup was placed upside down on a white linen cloth.

Behind the bar stood a bartender wearing a white shirt and black vest.

He nodded slightly in greeting when he saw Garp enter.

As you walk further in, there is a wide aisle on your right, right next to the large glass window on one side of the carriage.

To the left is a row of private rooms enclosed by exquisite wooden doors.

Each door has a small bronze plaque with a different room number engraved on it.