*Meet the Sweepers

"Hey, what were you up to?"

"I just returned from the Trade Center. I checked everything and they weren't trying to scam you."

"Good. I need to take care of my legs."

"Ugh!" Blift shuddered at the sight. "What happened?"

"I had a bet with that idiot."

"And?"

"I won, just barely."

"What did you bet on?"

"My life."

"What?"

"Nothing interested him enough to enter a bet. He is a disgusting person who likes to play with young people. He doesn't seem to care about gender."

"Oh!" Blift was taken aback. Even his blank expression seems to contain emotion for a moment.

"Well, your former boss was like a child compared to that one."

"That bad, huh?"

"Yep."

"You won, right? So what did you get?"

"A house enough to house twenty people. I didn't iron out the details. He said he would need to talk to his assistant or something."

"Why so big?"

"There are over ten people in our group already, and I need to go and pick someone else up. So I'll be gone for a while again."