"I want you to work for me."
Old Man Yan swung the bottle in his hand, as if Grey Blade's words did not concern him. He continued, "Tell me what you want directly. The business we can handle here includes finding people or things and settling grudges or disputes for others."
"State your requirement and leave a deposit, and I'll contact the supplier for you."
Grey Blade gently tapped on the table, looking at the old man.
"Old Man Yan, stop pretending."
The old man lifted his eyes, still unconcerned.
"You are the real boss here, controlling everything, including this bar and these deals."
This time, Old Man Yan seemed a bit surprised.
Many knew his surname was Yan.
But most thought he was just a middleman, working for others, understanding clients' requirements before passing them to the mysterious boss to decide whether to take on the business.
Yet, few knew that the tough guys who settled grudges and disputes were actually his "employees."