I! Cleaner!

This person... is he an idiot?

The waiter, rendered speechless by the Red-Haired Director's bizarre demands and unnerved by the sight of the empty seat opposite her, was tempted to call security to remove the drunk.

But on one hand, the Red-Haired Director could really hold her liquor, drinking as much as four or five strong men combined, making her a valuable customer these past few days.

On the other hand, she was breathtakingly beautiful, and even in her drunken state, she was captivating, making it hard to be harsh with her.

In the end, the helpless waiter had no choice but to brace himself and return, carrying a tray of glasses to place opposite her, filling them with wine as she requested, before quickly retreating behind the bar, keeping a wary eye on her, ready to intervene at any moment.

Once all the glasses were arranged, the lean, tall, and careworn middle-aged man looked at the row of large glasses in front of him and said with displeasure:

"Olivia, have you forgotten? I never drink, you..."

"I know."

Reaching for a glass of amber mead and downing it in one gulp, the Red-Haired Director, her eyes already hazy, said with a smile:

"This is for me, but I've been here for over six hours, and I've drunk so much that they're afraid to sell me any more, so I'm using you as an excuse."

"..."

"Why are you so quiet? If you want a drink... I can leave one for you?"

"No, thanks..."

Watching the Red-Haired Director gulp down the drinks and empty all the glasses in no time, the middle-aged man frowned and questioned:

"You weren't like this before. When did you pick up this drinking habit?"

Huh?

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the Red-Haired Director's hazy, drunken eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked over with a glint in her eyes.

Seeing her sudden change in demeanor, the middle-aged man realized his mistake and sighed with a hint of regret.

"You're still as clever as ever; I can't say a single wrong word in front of you..."

"It's alright~"

After casually replying, the Red-Haired Director asked with a smile:

"Since you don't know about my recent situation, does that mean... you've been trapped in some place with little contact with the outside world, and you've only recently been released?"

"..."

"Is it someone from the Lục Vương Hội? Are you in league with them?"

"..."

"What did you promise them? To eliminate the royal family of the Sica Levin Kingdom and weaken the power of the Watchtower Palace to allow the true god to descend? What did they promise you? To help you get revenge on the Cleansing Bureau? To get revenge on the Sica Levin Kingdom? Or... to rebuild the Đông Ca Levin Kingdom?"

"..."

"None of those? Do you have other plans? Speaking of which, when I was shopping these days, I saw many people from the Luminary Church on the streets of Bach Hop City. Could it be that you're planning to use the Luminary Church's baptismal pool to repeat what happened back then...?"

Hearing this, the Red-Haired Director leaned back in her chair and said slowly:

"You're the one who slipped up. I'm just asking about everything that came to my mind after you slipped up. It's up to you whether you answer or not. If you don't want to leak information, just don't say anything."

"..."

I can choose not to say anything, but if you can dig up so much from just one sentence, does it really make a difference whether I speak or not?

"Forget it, guess whatever you want..."

After ending this topic somewhat helplessly, the middle-aged man looked at his old friend, who was much more mature than before but still so clever and cunning, and couldn't help but sigh deeply, then said with resentment:

"Olivia, if you hadn't chosen to betray us back then, but had stayed with me..."

"Then we would have made even bigger and deeper mistakes."

Interrupting the middle-aged man, the Red-Haired Director played with the wine glass in her hand, her expression somewhat gloomy, and said:

"Ever since I took on the task of using the Thirteen Ant Nests, I've regretted what happened back then almost every day... I don't regret using the Thirteen Ant Nests, but I regret not realizing what you were preparing sooner, allowing things to develop to the point where I had to use that thing! You..."

"What do you know?!"

Seemingly angered by the Red-Haired Director's words, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up from his chair, his black eyes filled with anger as he scolded:

"Do you know how much resistance I faced? Everyone knew in their hearts that I was right, but they just wanted to be like barnacles clinging to a sea turtle, dragging me down! Pulling me! Pressing me! Holding me down!

In this situation, did I have any other choice but to take a gamble? You betrayed your original beliefs and chose to bow your head to those rotten old things, but I never have! You..."

"Okay, don't say any more."

Waving her hand to signal him to stop, the Red-Haired Director, who had calmed down first, sighed softly:

"I just want to have a few drinks today, I don't want to argue with you... You've always been like this since you were a kid. Your body is always faster than your brain, you never consider the consequences of your actions, and your brain is as hard as a rock. Once you're convinced of something, you'll never change..."

"I don't have a brain, but don't you?"

Hearing the Red-Haired Director mention the past, the middle-aged man's expression softened slightly, and he said:

"Do you remember that proverb? Justice and courage are brothers. True courage must stem from a commitment to justice, and with the courage to put beliefs into practice..."

"Justice will not become an empty word."

Finishing the last sentence of the proverb, the Red-Haired Director took a sip of mead, her expression somewhat dim, and said:

"Just say what you want to say directly. Beating around the bush doesn't suit you."

"What I mean is... my relationship with you is like the ancestors of the Đông Ca Levin Kingdom and the Tây Ca Levin Kingdom. We are the most suitable and best 'brothers'."

Pushing away the empty wine glass in front of him with some disgust, the middle-aged man gazed at the Red-Haired Director, who was looking down and silent, and said with sincerity:

"Olivia, like before, come and help me!"

"..."

Sweeping away the angry expression he had when scolding the Red-Haired Director as a traitor, the middle-aged man said with a serious face:

"I have fists and strength, you have brains and luck. We are the best and most suitable partners! As long as we join forces, neither the Cleansing Bureau nor the Lục Vương Hội will be our match! Then we will have the power to change everything!"