Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

Because of Tommy's rebellion, the bar's security is practically non-existent at this moment.

There wasn't a single guard in front of Cyril's office on the fourth floor.

Violet therefore boldly barged in.

She started rummaging through Cyril's office, looking for something haphazardly.

Violet ripped open all the drawers and cabinets in the room.

She even overturned all the books on the shelf.

"Where is it? Where is it?!"

As Violet searched, she would occasionally turn her head to look at the door to make sure that her whereabouts had not been discovered.

Finally, after Violet searched through the painting, she found a hidden compartment behind it.

The grid was locked, but Violet didn't have the key.

But Violet didn't care about that at the moment. She grabbed an awl from the drawer and poked it into the keyhole.

After some fiddling, Violet finally opened the hidden compartment.

Inside the hidden compartment were several stacks of banknotes, several documents, and a thick brown paper bag.

Violet took out the brown paper bag.

The bag was opened, and inside was the ledger that Arthur had given to Cyril earlier.

Having obtained the item, Violet was unwilling to linger and turned to leave.

But as soon as she reached the top of the stairs, she saw Cyril leading his men upstairs.

Violet couldn't dodge in time and bumped right into him.

The two were separated by a staircase, their eyes meeting.

"Violet, why aren't you in your room? What are you doing up to the fourth floor?"

Cyril rebuked him sternly.

Violet was speechless and instinctively hid the brown paper bag behind her back.

How could such a move escape Cyril's eyes?

Cyril saw the brown paper bag in Violet's hand and immediately realized that it was the ledger Arthur had given him.

"Violet!"

Cyril's chest heaved violently; he hadn't expected even Violet would dare betray him and steal his ledgers.

So he ordered his men to snatch the brown paper bag back from Violet's hands.

Cyril's men swarmed forward.

Violet was already slow-moving due to her obesity, and she was no match for a group of burly men who were as fierce as wolves.

She was quickly pinned to the ground.

Cyril stepped forward and took back the brown paper bag.

Seeing Violet pinned to the ground, Cyril's pent-up rage erupted, and he kicked Violet in the nose.

With one kick, Violet's nose bridge was broken, her nose was crooked to one side, and blood flowed out, smearing Violet's face.

Because Cyril used too much force, Violet's two front teeth were also kicked out.

Cyril stepped on Violet's face, his eyes filled with nothing but cold killing intent.

He said viciously, "Violet, I can't believe even you betrayed me! What's wrong with all of you?! Do you all want to die?!"

Cyril cursed, and the force of his foot increased even more.

Violet felt like Cyril was about to break her jawbone.

But faced with Cyril's anger, Violet, who was usually a bully who preyed on the weak, burst into laughter, a rare occurrence.

"What are you laughing at! Stop laughing!"

Cyril was taken aback at first, then roared.

Violet stopped laughing, glancing sideways at Cyril with a hint of pity in her voice.

She bitterly accused Cyril of his crimes.

"Cyril, you've fallen to such a pitiful state!"

"My brother is gone, my career is ruined, everything's gone!"

"But you brought all this on yourself!"

"You know in your heart how you've treated us all these years! We've worked ourselves to the bone for you, conquering territory, but you've only used us as stepping stones to your rise to the top! Do you think we don't know any of this?!"

Now that things have come to this, Violet has nothing to fear anymore.

She mocked Cyril's failure with abandon, as if it were a brilliant satirical drama.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Cyril, you say we're going to betray you! But don't you also want to betray the Brotherhood?"

Cyril's face turned ashen when Violet saw through his thoughts.

"Let me tell you the truth, I've kept track of all the money you've embezzled over the years! And I've already had that evidence sent out. You're finished, Cyril!"

"You! Violet, you deserve to die!"

Cyril let out a beast-like roar, his eyes filled with nothing but pure savagery.

Violet continued to mock Cyril.

"Cyril, if you dare kill me, my men will hand the ledger over to the Brotherhood. Guess how they'll react when they see it? I bet their expressions will be priceless! All these years their dogs have been raising, and now they're ready to bite the hand that feeds them! Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, the men holding Violet down couldn't help but look at their boss.

Their eyes seemed to ask: Boss, what should we do?

Hearing Violet's mocking laughter, Cyril clenched his fists.

He closed his eyes, arched his back, and said with extreme resentment, "I'm not a dog! I wasn't supposed to die! You can all die!"

Cyril's last shred of reason vanished completely.

He raised his foot and, like stomping on a watermelon, crushed Violet's head into a puddle of flesh.

White, pink, and red were all mixed together.

Blood splattered everywhere, landing on Cyril's face.

"You bitch..."

Cyril moved his foot and walked to the edge of the stairs, scraping the scraps of flesh and bone on the sole of his shoe.

His eyes had never looked so sinister.

"Boss."

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Cyril looked up at the sound and saw Walter standing downstairs, looking up at him.

"Ah, it's Walter."

Cyril said calmly, his expression as if he were facing an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

Walter slowly walked upstairs and saw Violet, whose head had been crushed.

But there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

"Walter."

After cleaning the soles of his shoes, Cyril walked up to Walter and patted him on the shoulder.

"Walter, my friend, we may have to leave this heartbreaking city for a while."

"Where is the boss going?" Walter asked.

Cyril shook his head: "I don't know either. We'll just stop wherever our legs lead us! But we need to be quick, the sooner the better."

"Then I'll make the arrangements."

Walter was about to go downstairs when he said that.

At this moment, Cyril pulled Walter aside: "Also, arrange for people to be killed, leaving no one alive."

Walter agreed.

Looking at Walter's face, Cyril couldn't help but sigh, "It's a good thing I have you by my side, Walter. With you here, I feel at ease."

After saying that, Cyril squeezed Walter's shoulder.

Walter glanced down at Cyril's hand, then walked downstairs without saying a word.

Cyril looked wearily at Violet's corpse, squatted down, covered his eyes with his hands, and stammered, "Damn it..."