Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

"Hey there, beautiful! Got a date tonight?"

The moment Arthur appeared at the bar entrance, he instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

He was like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, showing off his tail feathers to attract the attention of women.

Arthur glanced around the room, whistling as he teased a girl in a booth.

"Mr. Arthur!"

Old Bob, who was sitting in the corner keeping accounts, immediately got up from his chair when he saw Arthur.

He patted the employee on the shoulder: "Go quickly! Tell Ms. Violet that Mr. Arthur has arrived."

Having said that, old Bob dropped his pen and scurried over to Arthur.

"Mr. Arthur, you've finally arrived! Ms. Violet is waiting for you!"

At that moment, Arthur asked in a low voice, "Has Boss Cyril arrived?"

Old Bob nodded and said, "I arrived yesterday, you can see me anytime."

So Arthur followed old Bob upstairs with peace of mind.

Along the way, his hands were still restless. When he passed a woman, Arthur actually reached out and slapped her.

The woman blushed and muttered a few curses under her breath.

Watching the two figures go upstairs, Lyndon placed his hand on the floor below the stage and silently clenched his fist.

As soon as she reached the third floor, Ms. Violet swayed her plump waist and quickly walked down the stairs from the third floor to the fourth floor.

Upon seeing Arthur, Violet embraced him warmly and kissed him on both cheeks.

Violet's voice was so sweet it was like she'd swallowed a dozen sugar cubes; it was sickeningly sweet.

"Mr. Arthur, you've finally arrived. The boss has been talking about you to me since yesterday."

Arthur replied modestly, "No, no, I'm just a nobody. I'll still have to rely on Boss Cyril for my livelihood in the future!"

Violet covered her mouth, letting out a laugh that sounded like a broken accordion.

"Arthur is too modest. This way, please!"

Violet winked at old Bob.

"I'll take Mr. Arthur to see the boss. You can go now, but keep an eye on the business downstairs!"

Old Bob nodded, bowed, and withdrew.

"Let's go, Mr. Arthur."

Violet put her arm around Arthur's arm, and they walked up to the fourth floor chatting and laughing.

Walking through the long corridor, at the end of the corridor, Cyril's two henchmen were leaning against the wall chatting.

"Hi, Walter, we meet again."

As soon as Arthur saw one of them, he quickly waved and greeted him.

He walked up to Walter and, rather offensively, tapped Walter's arm.

Even through clothing, the sound was still the crisp sound of striking metal.

"Judging from that sound, you got a new arm?"

Envy couldn't help but show in Arthur's eyes.

Walter merely raised his eyelids slightly and let out a soft snort.

He rudely pushed Arthur's hand away, then said with a look of disgust, "Who wants to see a lecher like you again!"

Walter muttered to himself, "The thought of working with you makes me sick."

His gaze toward Arthur was full of disdain, as if he were looking at trash.

Arthur's smile froze instantly. He reluctantly withdrew his hand, feeling quite embarrassed by the humiliation.

But he knew he couldn't beat the man in front of him.

So Arthur could only feign magnanimity and advise, "Hey, Walter, why bother? There's nothing wrong with liking women. Besides, we're all working for Boss Cyril now, and for the Brotherhood, we should..."

"Brotherhood!"

Arthur's persuasion had no effect; instead, it angered Walter.

"You dare mention the Brotherhood? Do you even know the Brotherhood's manifesto? I've been stabbed more than a dozen times for the Brotherhood! I still have three bullets lodged in my body! I even lost a hand!"

Walter took off his clothes, revealing his mechanical arm.

"You spineless coward! Traitor! A guy who can't live without women dares to talk about the Brotherhood in front of me!"

Walter's voice grew louder and louder, and his emotions became increasingly agitated.

He grabbed Arthur by the collar and raised his hand to punch him.

Fortunately, another bodyguard grabbed Walter's arm in time, preventing the punch from landing.

"Tommy! Don't stop me! Let me teach this bastard a lesson!"

Just as things were about to escalate out of control, the wooden door behind them was suddenly opened.

Cyril appeared behind the door, his hand on it, and snapped, "Enough!"

A loud shout instantly silenced the previously noisy corridor.

"Walter, release Mr. Arthur."

"gentlemen……"

"Let him go!"

Cyril's sinister eyes burned with fire.

Walter reluctantly let go.

Arthur awkwardly straightened his collar, glaring at Walter with a smirk on his face.

"Apologize."

Cyril commanded.

"gentlemen……"

Snapped!

Walter tried to defend himself, but Cyril wouldn't listen and slapped him across the face.

That slap completely stunned Walter.

He stared at the boss in disbelief.

Walter felt completely unfamiliar with the place.

"Boss, I've been with you for three years, we've fought every tough battle together, and now you're fighting me for this guy?"

Cyril said with a grim face, "Walter, I've said it before, Mr. Arthur is an important guest I invited. If you look down on him, you look down on me. So, apologize!"

Seeing Walter's still defiant expression, Cyril remained completely unmoved.

Those who achieve great things should not be bothered by trifles.

You should make full use of the strengths of the people around you.

If it's about fighting and seizing territory, then Walter is indeed a master at it.

Be obedient and brave.

But what Cyril needs most right now is the ledger in Arthur's hands; it's more valuable than Walter killing a hundred people.

Therefore, he certainly didn't want Walter's waking up to affect his important plans.

If Walter really didn't listen, Cyril could even use his head to appease Arthur.

It's easy to find a thug who can do dirty work, but it's hard to find someone like Arthur who can deliver a heavy blow to the Black Sails.

Walter saw that even his boss wasn't on his side.

He could only swallow his anger and apologize to Arthur.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Arthur, I...acted impulsively!"

Arthur snorted coldly, raised his head, and strode into Cyril's office.

Violet's plump body quickly squeezed in as well.

The door slammed shut.

The two burly men at the entrance had different expressions.

Tommy patted Walter on the shoulder and gently comforted him, "Brother, you know how the boss is feeling, don't take it to heart."

But Walter's eyes were fixed on the door.

"Tommy, do you remember the first clause of our membership declaration?"

Tommy was taken aback, then blurted out, "We are all abandoned sons of the Fog City, without surnames or names, and we only call each other brothers."

"But now, I really want to quit!"

Upon hearing this, Tommy quickly covered Walter's mouth: "Are you crazy?! Is it worth it for a jerk?!"

"Yeah, it's not worth it," Walter said with a wry smile. "But it's okay, someone will teach him a lesson eventually."

Suddenly, a fierce glint flashed in Walter's eyes.

……

In his office, Cyril had already sat back down behind his large desk, his expression calm, as if the little incident at the door had never happened.

"Sit down," Cyril said, gesturing to the chair opposite him.

Arthur sat down, while Violet sat on the sofa next to him.

"Boss Cyril," Arthur adjusted his posture and said sincerely, "I'm sorry it's taking me so long to see you. There's been some activity from the Black Sails lately, so it wasn't easy for me to come out."

"Oh?" Cyril asked with interest, "What's going on?"

"Recently, the three leaders of the Black Sail Society have been in contact with people from the church. I don't know what they're up to, but it feels like they're planning something big."

Arthur said hesitantly.

"Then we should hurry up with our deal."

Cyril didn't pay much attention to the information Arthur gave him; what he cared about now was the ledger.

"Of course." Arthur licked his slightly dry lips. "What about the terms we agreed on before? And my sponsorship of joining the Brotherhood?"

Cyril laughed out loud.

"Once you hand over the ledger to me, the remaining one hundred gold pounds will naturally be delivered to you. As for your position in the Brotherhood, I will personally arrange it for you."

Cyril pointed to his chest and said, "In this business, I rely on three things! Reputation! Reputation! And fucking reputation!"

With Cyril's promise, the anxiety on Arthur's face vanished instantly.

"With your words of reassurance, I am relieved! I will personally hand over the account books to you in three days!"

"very good."

Cyril nodded in satisfaction and shook hands with Arthur.

I look forward to your good news!

"Violet!"

When she heard her boss calling her, Violet, who had been sitting on the sofa pretending to be invisible, suddenly looked up.

"Huh? What?"

Cyril pointed at Arthur and said with a smile, "Take our distinguished guest to relax."

Upon hearing this, Violet immediately understood what her boss meant.

She looked at Arthur with a fawning expression: "Mr. Arthur, since you're here, don't rush off. Shall I call a few girls to keep you company with drinks and help you relax?"

"Oh? What does she look like?"

"They're all the best!"

A lewd smile immediately appeared on Arthur's face.

"Alright, alright! Then I'll definitely have to try your desserts!"