Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

"Remember this: the downstairs area is for regular guests, while the second floor has private rooms, which are quiet and comfortable for wealthy people. So be careful when serving the guests on the second floor. If you upset them, you'll be in big trouble."

Old Bob and Lyndon left the kitchen and went up the stairs in the front hall to the second floor.

The second-floor corridor is lined with large doors.

Old Bob casually opened a door and pointed to the decorations inside.

The room wasn't big, but it was big enough to accommodate five people.

Inside, there are soft-furnished sofas, arranged in an L-shape against the wall.

There is a square table in the center of the room.

Brown wallpaper covered the walls, with two gas lamps embedded on either side.

Near the entrance, there is a mechanism. Pulling the chain will ring the corresponding bell downstairs. Once you hear the bell ring, you must go upstairs to greet the person.

"What about the third floor and above?"

Lyndon stepped out of the room and pointed to the ceiling above him, asking a question.

Old Bob sneered, a hint of contempt flashing in his cloudy eyes: "Third floor and above? Hmph, country bumpkin, you think you have the right to ask about the third floor and above? That's for real guests. Real VIPs, understand? That's a place you shouldn't go, much less ask about! You're not worthy of going up to the third floor!"

After being scolded by old Bob, Lyndon gave up his plan to go up to the third floor.

Old Bob watched as Lyndon lowered his head, his bangs falling down to cover his eyes, making him look like a child confessing his guilt and being punished.

Old Bob was quite pleased with this defeated look.

He thought Lyndon was subdued by his authority, and he seemed to have rediscovered the thrill of being second only to the emperor.

So, old Bob, who had just sternly warned Lyndon not to go up to the third floor, actually waved his hand.

"However, since you haven't seen much of the world before, I'll take pity on you and take you up to have a look."

As he spoke, old Bob tilted his head back, as if he were bestowing upon Lyndon some immense honor.

He led Lyndon uphill.

The staircase leading to the third floor was covered with a thicker carpet, and the air was filled with a rich fragrance and a faint scent of cigars.

As soon as he reached the third floor, Lyndon sensed something was different.

The lighting here is dimmer and more ambiguous, the decorations are more luxurious, and the thick door panels block out most of the sound.

Four burly men guarded the entrance to the corridor, two of them sitting on stools and the other two leaning against the wall.

They were all wearing matching black vests over white shirts, with bulging waists.

It's not surprising that there are guards; it's quite normal.

But what made Lyndon feel a chill was that the two men sitting on the stools exuded a familiar aura.

It smells like a magic potion.

Is he a Witcher?

But Lyndon didn't see the differences between the two.

Perhaps they were hidden under their clothes, Lyndon had no way of knowing, but he was certain that the two people were superhumans.

"What are you looking at?!"

Suddenly, one of them noticed Lyndon's strange look.

He straightened up, raised his fist, and said menacingly, "If you dare look again, believe me, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Upon hearing this, Lyndon took a step back, placing his hands in front of his thighs in a defensive stance.

"Alright, Wade, this is the new waiter. I brought him here to broaden his horizons. Don't be so nervous."

Old Bob didn't seem to be afraid of the thugs; his words were still full of the same arrogance as before.

"You know how important the third floor is; the boss doesn't like people like you doing this."

Wade sat back down in his chair, clearly displeased with old Bob's unauthorized decision.

Faced with Wade's sarcasm, old Bob wasn't about to back down. He retorted, "Don't try to intimidate me with your boss status. When I was with my boss, you were probably still out there fighting with stray cats for food in some alley!"

"Well, you're not doing so well either. Besides the boss, the second-in-command of this bar is Ms. Violet."

Wade sneered, his words like a resounding slap that left old Bob seeing stars and burning with rage.

"you!"

Old Bob gritted his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, pointed at Wade's nose, and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Just then, a door on the third floor opened, and a young woman came out.

She wore a silk slip dress that barely covered her body, and even without makeup, her natural beauty was enough to drive many men crazy.

Her golden curly hair was draped messily over her bare shoulders, and a faint fragrance emanated from it.

When she saw old Bob, she almost instinctively flashed a charming smile, even though the woman's eyes betrayed her weariness.

"What brings you up to the third floor, old Bob? The ladies are all asleep, so there's no one to chat with."

The woman swayed her hips as she walked into the middle of the group, exuding a unique feminine charm in every gesture.

"Lucy, go do what you're supposed to do, this is none of your business."

Old Bob glared at Wade: "Wade, don't think you're so great just because you have some skills! I can easily deal with you with just a few words!"

After uttering those harsh words, old Bob grabbed Lyndon's clothes and turned to walk downstairs.

Take care!

Lucy called out towards the stairwell, her alluring eyes lingering on Lyndon's retreating figure.

Downstairs, old Bob muttered under his breath, "Damn it! A kid who hasn't even grown his first hair dares to mess with me? Does he really think that just because he's become a superhuman, he can look down on me? I'll get you sooner or later!"

Old Bob was grumbling and cursing on the side, while Lyndon stood silently to the side.

He was pondering this in his heart.

Unexpectedly, he encountered two superhumans in this bar, which was a bit troublesome. After all, gang members always side with their own people, regardless of right or wrong. If they wanted to stand up for Arthur, he would inevitably be drawn into a fierce battle.

If he uses the power of Nightmare, Lyndon might not be at a disadvantage, but if it comes to close combat, Lyndon will have to consider his own strength, since fighting is all about skill.

"Lynn? Lynn!"

Lyndon didn't notice that old Bob was calling him until he slapped him on the back.

"Did you remember everything I just told you?"

Lyndon nodded and said, "I've got it."

"Remember to get to work. First, go and wipe those wine glasses clean!"

Amidst old Bob's roar, Lyndon began his service career at the Old Sailor's Bar.

In the morning, the store was practically empty.

Apart from the employees who came to work, not a single customer came in.

Lyndon stood at the bar wiping the glasses.

Every now and then, old Bob would call him to do some chores. Passing by the kitchen, Lyndon saw Giselle again.

She was being berated by the chef, and half of her face was red and swollen with a handprint.

From what I heard, it seems that it was because too much oil was poured into the pot.

Time quickly passed to three or four in the afternoon, and finally, some customers walked into the bar.

At first, the guests only ordered the cheapest ale or gin.

The customers who came in later were noticeably more extravagant, ordering bottles of wine one at a time.

A commotion gradually arose.

The Old Sailor's Bar gradually became lively.

Lyndon carried a tray as he moved between the booths, always wearing a smile, as requested by Ms. Violet.

Just as Violet said, Lyndon's handsome appearance did indeed attract the attention of many female guests.

When delivering wine to the private rooms on the second floor, Lyndon was always stopped by the women and hostesses who insisted that he have a drink with them.

Lyndon didn't refuse, and picked up his glass and drank it down in one gulp.

The liquor dripped down the corner of his mouth and into his clothes.

Under the influence of alcohol, Lyndon's ear tips turned red.

To those ravenous female guests, he was like a perfectly ripe apple.

They took money out of their bags and stuffed it into Lyndon's belt.

He casually touched Lyndon's lower back.

Despite the guests' warm invitation, Lyndon's mind was elsewhere.

He kept an eye on every guest who entered, hoping to see the man in the photo.

However, Arthur still hadn't appeared by the time it got dark.

Lyndon's anxiety burned brighter and brighter, like the flames in the fireplace.

He couldn't help but wonder if the information Alastor had given him was wrong.

Or did that guy go off somewhere else tonight?

"Boss Simon, you're finally here! I've been waiting for you for so long!"

A portly middle-aged man, surrounded by bodyguards, walked into the bar.

Just as he stepped into the bar, Lucy, whom he had seen that morning, jogged down the stairs.

At this moment, she was wearing the heaviest makeup and the most revealing clothes. If she made even the slightest movement, a bit of her body would be exposed.

She opened her arms and threw herself into the middle-aged man's embrace, passionately kissing him in front of everyone.

"Alright, Mr. Simon, let's go upstairs and talk."

The middle-aged man was very satisfied with Lucy's performance. He put his arm around Lucy's slender waist and they went upstairs together.

"Hey! Did you see that? Lucy's eyes lit up like a dog seeing a bone the moment she saw Boss Simon!"

A waiter came to the bar and asked Lyndon to get a bottle of whiskey, whispering to him.

"Who is that person?" Lyndon asked.

"My God, Mr. Simon, you didn't know?" the waiter said in surprise.

"I don't know him."

"He's a well-known merchant in the old town, with a lot of money. I don't know what methods Lucy used, but she managed to be completely infatuated with him, spending tens of gold pounds at a time!"

The waiter couldn't help but smack his lips.

Lyndon wasn't interested in these romantic affairs; he only cared whether Arthur would show up today.

……

In the corridor, Lyndon, who had been busy all day, was carrying a garbage bag, ready to throw it into the back alley.

He was furious. Just now, some idiot had asked him for a whiskey on the rocks, but when the drink was brought to him, he said it was too cold and he couldn't drink it, and asked Lyndon to get him another one.

Linden did as he was told, but then he said that adding only a little ice to the drink was disrespectful, so he added ice! He added large chunks of ice!

Lyndon tolerated all of that, but then that idiot got drunk and vomited all over the place, and Lyndon was the one who cleaned it up!

"Idiots, they're all idiots!"

Lyndon muttered something under his breath.

Suddenly, a few lewd chuckles came from around the corner ahead.

Lyndon paused, then quietly walked to the corner and peeked out halfway.

"Poor little thing, your face is so ugly with that scar, the only thing you're not too bad about is your figure."

"What are you hiding for? Let your brothers see if your injuries have healed yet. That old bastard Bob really went all out, tsk tsk..."

"Hey! You little bug! How dare you bite me!"

Giselle was cornered against the wall by two tall male waiters.

One of the waiters reached out and lewdly tried to touch Gisele's face, while the other tried to pull at her coarse cloth skirt.

In a panic, Gisele bit one of the men's hands.

She bit down very hard, and soon a bloody taste spread in Giselle's mouth.

The bitten waiter let out a pig-like scream.

He struggled to pull his hand out of Giselle's mouth and then slapped her hard across the face.

"Damn it! You're lucky someone even noticed you looking like that! And you dare to be so ungrateful!"

After saying that, the two of them punched and kicked Gisele, knocking her to the ground.

This scene made Lyndon's eyelids twitch.

Giselle's cries were like a spark, instantly igniting Lyndon's pent-up frustrations of the day.

If I don't vent this, I'll hurt myself.

The simplest way to relax is to beat up a few jerks.

It not only relieved my anger, but it also protected society.

His eyes turned cold, and without the slightest hesitation, he picked up the garbage bag and strode forward.

The two men stopped what they were doing and turned around when they heard footsteps behind them.

But what came into view was a large bag of trash flying towards him.

"what!"

Amid their gasps, the garbage bag, filled with food scraps, cigarette butts, and vomit, hit them squarely in the face.

The trash inside scattered everywhere, pouring over the two waiters who were surrounding Giselle!

"Oh shit!"

"Damn it! What is that! Ugh!" It emitted a pungent odor.

The sticky, wet vomit instantly soaked their hair, faces, and clothes.

Food scraps clung to their necks and blouses.

The pungent odor caused the two of them to gag.

They were waving their hands and cursing incessantly.

Giselle held her head in her hands, peering through the crack at what she was seeing in disbelief.

Lyndon loosened his joints and slowly walked towards the two of them.

"Damn it! You stink! I'm going to kill you!"

Another person discovered the culprit, and looking at his own mess, he shouted that he would make Lyndon pay the price.

"Fine, I'd really like to see how you plan to kill me."

Without saying a word, Lyndon rushed in front of the two of them in a flash.

Two punches, bang!

Lyndon shot the two men in the liver and stomach respectively.

The force was so great that it knocked both of them to the ground.

They knelt on the ground, their bodies curled up in the filth.

But Lyndon was still not satisfied. He grabbed one of their heads with each hand and slammed their heads together like cracking walnuts.

Then he returned the blows to them just as they had done to Giselle.

While hitting him, Lyndon kept saying, "Are you going to add ice to your drink?! Don't you think it's too cold?! Can't you even drink anymore?!"

Finally, Lyndon released all the pent-up frustration in his heart and let out a long breath.

As for the two men, they were lying on the ground, beaten so badly they couldn't even get up.

Giselle, still shaken, leaned against the wall, looking at the two people lying on the ground, and then at Lyndon's fierce expression.

Her eyes were filled with disbelief and lingering fear.

"Did you break any bones?"

Lyndon wiped the grime from his hands, bent down, rested his hands on his knees, and looked at Giselle with concern.

Giselle shook her head, bracing herself with her hands on the ground, trying to stand up and prove herself.

But Lyndon held her down.

"Don't move! Be careful not to hurt yourself. I'll go find you some medicine later."

Lyndon looked at Giselle's dress, which had several tears in it.

Seeing this, Lyndon took off his coat and draped it over Giselle's shoulders.

Feeling the lingering warmth of her body on her clothes, Giselle felt a flutter in her heart.

She looked at Lyndon, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something.

Tears silently streamed down Gisele's face.

Lyndon picked Giselle up.

She is very light.

Lyndon felt he could lift her up with just one hand.

He carried Giselle back to the kitchen and gestured for her to stay there and not move.

Giselle nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

"Thanks……"

Upon hearing this, Lyndon smiled and then turned to find medicine for Giselle.

As for those two bastards, Lyndon gave them a cold, sidelong glance.

Let them lie on the ground a little longer.

Lyndon returned to the front desk and asked if anyone had any medicine for treating sprains and bruises.

"I think there are some in the warehouse, I can go look for them."

"A waiter said."

"Okay! Once you find it, just give it to Giselle in the kitchen."

"Giselle? What happened to her?"

Lyndon then recounted what had just happened.

"Oh! What a pitiful person!" The waiter also felt sorry for her. "Alright, I'll take the medicine to her."

Not long after the waiter left, a commotion broke out at the bar entrance.

First, two tall, burly bodyguards pushed open the door and walked in.

They looked around and then stood like two pillars on either side of the bar's door.

The guests who had come to drink and enjoy themselves suddenly fell silent. They held their breath and all stared at the door.

Immediately afterwards, a man in a dark suit walked in.

He had a thin face and wolf-like eyes.

"Boss Cyril! Why did you come in person?"

Upon hearing the news, old Bob came downstairs, and even Ms. Violet immediately put on a smile and swayed her plump body to greet him.

Lyndon learned from his colleagues that the visitor was none other than Cyril, the owner of the Old Sailor's Bar!

Cyril ignored Violet and Bob's fawning and simply glanced around the hall indifferently.

His gaze was as cold as a knife, sweeping across every corner.

Cyril took a glass of whiskey from a waiter and raised it to his guest.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Old Sailor's Bar! Please enjoy yourselves!"

Upon hearing this, Violet quickly gave her subordinates a meaningful look.

His subordinate understood immediately and quickly changed the piece playing on the automatic piano to a cheerful symphony.

As the music started, the bar became lively again.

Cyril and his bodyguards, surrounded by Violet and old Bob, went upstairs.

"The boss usually doesn't come to the store; when he does, it's to check the accounts."

An older waiter suddenly leaned close to Lyndon's ear, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of mystery.

"The boss suddenly came to the store today; I guess something important has happened."

Lyndon nodded, his brows furrowing slightly.

I have a feeling this isn't a good omen.

"Arthur, Arthur, why haven't you shown up yet!"

Lyndon sighed inwardly!

……

As night deepened, the noise in the bar finally began to cool down.

As the last wave of customers staggered away, the bar was left with nothing but a mess.

The exhausted waiters began to clean up the mess.

Lyndon rubbed his aching arm, feeling gloomy.

Because Arthur didn't show up tonight.

Lucy, who had just seen off a distinguished guest, couldn't hide her deep weariness even with heavy makeup.

Lucy carried a small plate of delicate fruit tarts downstairs.

She went straight into the kitchen.

There she found Gisele, who was squatting in a corner, silently washing the dishes.

Since Lucy was the top star here, the head chef didn't know what to say about her visit. He simply walked out of the kitchen with a cigarette in his mouth.

Lucy and Giselle were left alone in the kitchen.

Lucy pushed the plate towards Giselle, her voice slightly hoarse: "Here, this is for you. Those gentlemen ordered it but didn't even touch it, it's spotless."

Giselle looked at the exceptionally tempting dessert and whispered, "Thank you, Lucy."

Giselle doesn't have many friends at this bar, except for Lucy.

Their relationship wasn't particularly close, but in this kind of place, Lucy would occasionally show Giselle a rare kindness.

Sometimes, like today, Lucy would bring her some food.

Lucy leaned against the doorframe, watching Giselle savor her dessert in small, precious bites, and couldn't help but smile.

She began to think about why she had shown concern for the little one.

Perhaps it was Giselle's pitiful background that resonated with Lucy, and taking care of her made Lucy feel as if she were taking care of her own lost self.

Therefore, she took some care of this poor but stubborn little girl.

Lucy's gaze fell on the girl's still-swelling redness and the men's jacket she was wearing, and she frowned slightly.

"Did those two bastards, Jack and Pete, bully you again?" Lucy's voice carried a hint of coldness.

Giselle stiffened slightly, stopped eating, and nodded.

Lucy scoffed, "Those two cowards are just bullies! They only dare to mess with you!"

She scratched her golden hair in frustration.

"Those two bastards, if it were me, I'd curse them to death! What kind of trash are they!"

After speaking, Lucy was silent for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Are you alright?"

"It's okay, someone beat them up for me today!"

At this, a glimmer of light appeared in Gisele's dim eyes.

"Oh? Who is it?" Lucy asked curiously.

"It sounded like his name... Lynn!" Giselle's voice was clear. "Yes! It was Mr. Lynn. They were bullying me, and Mr. Lynn saved me. He even had someone bring me medicine!"

"Lynn?" Lucy didn't remember that name.

Is he new here?

Suddenly, Linden's image from that morning flashed into Lucy's mind.

"Yes, you're new here?"

"Yes!" Giselle exclaimed excitedly, "He, he's such a good person."