Contract

It was incomparably quiet at the building's entrance perimeter. Even the noisy streets seemed nonexistent to not only Mr.Gray but the four men behind the Chairman as well.

"Interesting," The Chairman said, his smile colder than a slab of ice. With that, he walked past Mr.Gray, followed by the other four. As he was 'acting', Yang Lin felt a condensed killing intent scanning his body, giving him a chill. Nonetheless, he behaved all the same.

It was only a few moments later that Yang Lin stood upright, sneaking his palms through his pockets, his gaze forward and unfazed. He knew Mr.Gray was eyeing him with an ugly look, but he didn't care. Respect is earned, not granted. If he didn't feel like paying respect, no one can force it out of him.

"What was that just now?" The man asked. In response, Yang Lin slowly turned around, cast him a dismissive side glance, then walked forward saying. "He's your boss, not mine. You want your debt paid, and I want you to leave my family alone, that's all there is to it."

Leaving a befuddled Mr.Gray behind, Yang Lin entered the skyscraper building. He didn't know why to build such a towering building if all business was done underground, and he didn't know if the earlier Chairman was responsible for both daylight and underground businesses, or for the underground one respectively. Nonetheless, his goal here was clear.

Killing a hundred people.

Unknowingly, the notion of killing rilled up Yang Lin's blood. It was as if the slaughter was his main agenda whilst helping the Xi Residence was his second. For a moment, Mr.Gray felt a fleeting, cold thirst for blood enveloping Yang Lin. Unintentionally, he overlapped Yang Lin's scholarly figure with one clad in blood from head to toe, yet pushed forth through swamps of gore unhindered as though it was an instinctual calling. That thought stirred his brain, he sarcastically remarked under his breath with something unknown, then followed after Yang Lin.

As for what disrespect Yang Lin showed to the Chairman earlier, it would backfire at him ten-fold in the arenas. He better be prepared, Mr.Gray thought with a cold smirk.

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"Let us register your information so you can get a card. As we go over the registration papers, you will get a glimpse of our rules." Waling down the immaculate hallway, one chandelier after another were dangling off the ceiling, washing the scene with a warm brilliance. For a moment, Yang Lin almost forgot this place was but a bloodbath in disguise, he also wondered what kind of business occupied the top floors.

Reaching the reception desk, Mr.Gray seemed to be giving some hand signs and blurting out some mixture of native and alien speech to the mundane lady in her formal attire. In response, she nodded, not sparing Yang Lin a glance nor did her expression betray her demeanor of an honest to god working woman. From the computer, she proceeded to print out a handful of documents as the three waited.

"What brought the Chairman over?" As they waited, Mr.Gray asked the woman. Seemingly, her status as more than just a receptionist, Yang Lin assumed she was assigned to this post just to guard the entrance in case unexpected guests had arrived.

The woman smiled softly, saying, "The City Lord and the Military Office seem rather passionate about the Chairman and his peers. You know, the incident with the Soul Hunter has kicked up quite the fuss recently."

"Is that so," Mr.Gray muttered to himself. Are they potential suspects? That's absurd, the mafia would gain absolutely nothing from such endeavors. He frowned, would the City Lord Mansion and the Military Office use this incident as a catalyst to snuff out the mafia and restrict their activities? That would not be wise either.

Hearing their conversation, Yang Lin was very confused. Then again, it had nothing to do with him.

"Ah, the papers are ready," said the woman. Then, she handed the documents to Yang Lin while saying, "Mr.Gray already sent your data to us, you can later choose which layer you'd like to stay in, young master Xi. There are a few contracts, the 90 sessions contract, the 180 sessions contract, and the 360 sessions contract. Regardless of which contract you sign, you will not be allowed to leave the perimeter of our property unless you finished the number of sessions you owe to the company."

Yang Lin understood that by sessions she meant matches, and she must be speaking in codes in regard to the current location of the conversation. He looked at the contract coldly. With 90 kills, he would be short of 10 silver coins. His most ideal contract would be the 180 sessions, but he can't help but feel this contract was fabricated personally to target him. He only needed 100 matches, but they gave him to choose between either 90 or 180.

However, thinking that he may wage bets and earn his victim's balance, he might not need to do more than 90 sessions after all.

Thus, Yang Lin began to flip through the papers till he found the bets, payments, and penalties section. Reading through, his face darkened.

Only after the session is concluded will the company calculate the profit earned by a combatant, then deposit said value into their balance. A combatant with zero credits cannot place a wage. In other words, he would need to finish 90 sessions, sign up another contract, and then he could continue on his way for 100 silver coins.

"Don't make such a face, young master Xi. Who knows, you might like it here and stay permanently." By his side, leading the way to an elevator for employees, Mr.Gray flashed a smile, chuckling lightly.

Of course, Yang Lin ignored him. The moment he signed this contract, he would be no more than a battle puppet for this company's entertainment. Alas, he has no other choice.