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At that time, I had just lost my job, was so broke I could barely afford food, and the few crumpled bills left in my wallet seemed to be fighting each other. Just then, I spotted a job ad for a hotel doorman with the enticing words: “High pay, easy work, free meals, and lodging!” I felt a surge of excitement—being a doorman? Just standing by the door and greeting people? That’s easy!

But on my first day, I realized this place was a total nightmare. Each guest was scarier than the last! Some wore all black with daggers on their belts, others walked in with sunglasses and hats pulled low, and one guy even carried a black bag, from which a few shell casings casually fell out.

And wait, what’s up with the blood-soaked guy in a hockey mask…

I’m a Doorman at an Assassin’s Hotel

The grand crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling of the lavish banquet hall, casting an elegant glow over the exquisitely arranged tables and guests clad in luxurious attire. This hotel was one of the power centers of the assassin world, and tonight's banquet was not merely a social gathering—it was a secret meeting of the most elite assassin organizations.

I stood at the entrance, gripping the Blacklist Access Pass I had recently won. My brow furrowed slightly.

Inside, every single guest radiated danger—a quality that assassins could never truly conceal.

"These people…" I murmured under my breath. "None of them are amateurs."

Chapter 93: The Assassin’s Banquet and the Hunter’s Duel