As soon as he lay down, he chatted with the girls for a while, and a few of them sent some rather revealing photos, attempting to lure Mike out.
After all, it was just midnight, and the nightlife for club-goers was just beginning.
Bikinis in the club, drenched in sweat… who could resist that?
Mike's heart-itch index was about to explode.
What, can't a man with a golden finger have emotions?
"No, no, I'm ambiguous with Skye, how can I mess around.
No, they all said it's just ambiguous, and we haven't confirmed the relationship, so I'm single.
How can a single man's affairs be called messing around?
Hmm, that's it."
"Besides, there are so many delicate flowers in the outside World that need watering, how can I be so cruel to refuse.
That's right, fill the void, women have less greed, anger, and ignorance, society has less hostility, this is a righteous cause, making due contributions to World peace, I... I'm so smart, I can even twist this into a reasonable explanation."
Mike muttered to himself as if he had a split personality.
Heh ~ man.
Just as Mike was about to leisurely get up, he smelled a rotten odor.
The smell of a Vampire.
Ever since Deacon Frost was eliminated and Gao Tiannu of the Blood Clan Council visited, the Vampires of Hell's Kitchen became even more cautious, never appearing in the block where Mike's supermarket was located.
"Are these Vampires ever going to stop?"
Mike sat up with a gloomy face, but his heart felt much lighter; at least he didn't have to make excuses for himself anymore, and he had an outlet for his frustration.
He jumped from the window to the street.
Three "people" stood across the street, waiting for Mike.
"Is this the mercenary you mentioned?"
Nyssa of the Blood Guard looked at Mike as he landed, "He's nothing special, I don't understand why you value him."
Blade glanced at this arrogant pure-blood female Vampire, ignoring her.
In front of others, he maintained the image of a man of few words but fierce actions.
Want to know?
Deacon Frost probably thought similarly to you; he's stone cold.
"Blade, I didn't expect you to be mingling with Vampires too.
Have you finally become the very thing you hate?"
Mike, wearing blue and White striped pajamas, spoke with sarcasm.
"Just a temporary collaboration."
Blade replied dryly, "I remember saying I prefer the nickname Daywalker."
"Uh… sorry."
The only time the two met was in the Big Foot Gang warehouse where Mike killed Deacon Frost, and Mike vaguely remembered this exchange.
At that time, Blade had specifically warned Mike.
Mike glanced at the two Vampires behind Blade, "I remember that without my permission, Vampires are not allowed in this block, not even the sewers."
Nyssa said coldly, "That's your agreement with the Blood Clan Council, it has nothing to do with us."
"So, you are Vampires from the Vampire Kingdom?"
"Blood Clan Kingdom."
Nyssa emphasized.
She disliked the term Vampire, and like other pure-blood Vampires, she liked to quibble over trivial details in names.
"Alright, Blood Clan Kingdom it is."
Mike said indifferently, "But saying it's an agreement is wrong; it's just my unilateral demand."
Mike turned to Blade: "You wouldn't just be looking for a casual chat in the middle of the night, would you?"
After thinking for a moment, Mike added, "It's not impossible, but I charge by the minute."
"There's a commission here."
Blade looked at Nyssa, "Nyssa will explain the specifics."
Vampires are like infectious viruses, and like viruses, they can mutate and evolve.
About seventy-two hours ago, a mutated Vampire named Chad Norma appeared.
He not only fed on humans but also on Vampires, and the Vampires he bit wouldn't die but would become new carriers.
The mutated Vampires, called "Reapers," have astonishing metabolisms and voracious appetites, needing to feed every few hours.
"So, once all Vampires become Reapers, it'll be humanity's turn—you want to use this reason to convince me, don't you?"
Mike said with a smile.
Nyssa glanced at Blade.
They had used this reason to convince Blade.
Mike chuckled, "Don't look at him, he's a volunteer; I charge money, we're not the same type of worker, so the same reason won't work on me.
Besides, humans are weak, but also strong; Reapers can at most cause chaos, but to exterminate humanity, they're far from it."
He said to Blade, "Can we chat privately for a couple of minutes?"
"Okay."
Blade nodded.
Nyssa and Asah exchanged glances, then turned and walked away.
Mike asked directly, "What are you thinking?"
"For humans, Reapers are indeed a huge threat."
Blade confessed, "I don't trust Vampires, so I want to find a trustworthy helper."
As he spoke, soul energy and destiny energy drifted from Blade.
System prompt:
[Blade's Commission: Trustworthy Teammate.]
[Commission: 500,000 U.S. dollars (system takes 90% after deducting fees)]
[Mission Description: Help Blade eliminate Vampires and guard against threats from other Vampires.]
[Note: Good comrade, my rear… no, my back is in your hands.]
What a mischievous note.
"Trust me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Intuition."
"When you put it that way, I feel like the commission can't go without a discount."
Mike laughed loudly, he didn't know why, but his intuition told him that Blade was a trustworthy teammate.
"Absolutely no discount."
Blade said expressionlessly, "Because I'm not the one paying."
Mike was stunned and gave a thumbs up.
You commission, someone else pays.
Impressive!
"The commission originally had some special rules, but I suppose you're not interested in hearing them, so I won't say."
Mike explained, "I can't go to battle in my pajamas, can I?
Fifteen minutes."
Five minutes later, Mike changed into his combat uniform, carrying two silver knives, and arrived at Skye's apartment door.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he knocked.
"Who?!"
Skye's voice was wary.
"Me."
"Middle of the night, Mike…"
Skye opened the door, her words sounding more like a whine than a complaint, then she saw Mike in his "battle attire" and her eyes widened, "You have a mission?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to tell you."
Mike scratched his head, "So you don't wake up tomorrow morning, not see me, and think I've gone out messing around again."
"You talk as if you've never gone out messing around before; I'm already used to it."
Skye felt a hint of sweetness in her heart and said faintly, "Besides, I'm just an employee, what right do I have to meddle in my boss's private life…"
"Uh…"
Mike's forehead beaded with sweat, and he noticed the laptop screen glowing inside the room, so he quickly said, "Staying up late is bad for your health, go to bed early, and drink more hot Water."
"Phew~ so much pressure."
Mike practically fled in a panic, "I hope the Reaper is good for stress relief."
"Coward!"
Skye was both angry and amused, she closed the door, threw herself onto the bed, and rolled around, hugging her quilt.
Back on the street, Blade and the other two were waiting.
Mike asked Blade, "What's next?"
Nyssa replied, "First, we'll meet the other Blood Guard members."
"Oh, I have no objection."
Mike made a rubbing-fingers gesture, "It's just my personal habit to get paid before I do the work.
500,000 U.S. dollars, cash, transfer, or check, all OK."
Nyssa rolled her beautiful White eyes, took out her checkbook, and quickly wrote down the numbers and signature.
"You don't act like a warrior at all."
"What does a warrior act like?
Don't warriors need to eat?"
Facing Nyssa's "accusation," Mike smiled.
For Vampire benefactors, Mike offered special treatment, such as aiming for vital points when cutting, so they would die with less pain.
Could that be considered humanitarian care?