America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 187 - 139

Chapter 187: Chapter 139

Allen swung onto his motorcycle, ready to take off.

"Don’t you want the guy anymore?" mocked Short Tail.

Feis responded without a word, just flipped him the bird, "I don’t want to see him again!"

Rachel stroked his little mustache, glanced at this Poison Worm, and waved impatiently, "Just bury him. Someone’s got to do the dirty work! Why not us?"

...

Allen Zhang drove back to the camp in the city, feeling a bit sour. Originally, he could have hogged all the profits, but this complication came up, and after someone else went and got the money, he had to share it with everyone.

He took out the $7500 payment, kept $5000 for himself including fuel and vehicle maintenance costs, and let the others split the remaining $2500.

Richie and the others were overjoyed, thanking him profusely. They just ran an errand and each got a hundred dollars, wishing such things could happen more often. Following the General Sect Leader meant good eating and drinking!

They took the money and hurriedly left the camp to spend it in nearby clubs and bars, all drunks and those who live paycheck to paycheck.

Sieg was much more prudent, saving most of the money he got from the dividends for a rainy day.

Around ten o’clock at night, Allen Zhang received a message from the sisters Olivia and Eastern Wu.

Little Greedy Cat: Dear Mr. Jin, it’s been several days since you visited us, do you have time tonight?

She sent a photo, and Allen clicked to view it. Alright! White stockings, black stockings, fluffy bunny ears. This would definitely appeal to Fury lovers.

But he still preferred Olivia’s photos.

Allen Zhang: Sorry, I might be a bit busy today, I’ll visit you another day.

Polina: Alright. 🙂

So obedient.

Olivia: Pretty, right?

Allen Zhang: You’re the prettiest.

Olivia: I knew you’d say that.

Then she sent two more photos.

Neon lights flashing, it’s a joint shot with some dreamy-looking, classy mistresses, seemingly in their thirties, with a colorful background, possibly in a bar?

Allen Zhang: Are these your clients? New proprietors?

Olivia: Correct, she and her friends had a bit too much to drink here, and called me to drive them. They also want me to find them a handsome man.

Allen Zhang: Then go find one, what are you telling me this for?

Olivia: Dear, just doing me a favor, you know my job performance depends on the boss’s assessment, it affects whether I can get a promotion and salary increase, and these ladies are undoubtedly generous rich matrons! They just called a young good-looking guy from the bar, he just did a pole dance, and they agreed to pay him 500 dollars!

Allen Zhang: So?

Olivia: Give me your location, I’m coming to pick you up. Don’t you want to earn this money?

Are you really thinking about me?

Again?

Allen Zhang: I’m not that kind of person, I don’t really need money now.

Olivia: You weren’t like this when you swore at me. Quick! Send me the address! I’ve already got her in the car, I really need your help with this! If you perform better, they might give you even more! I might be able to switch to a more stable proprietor, have more leisure time.

Allen Zhang had no choice but to send her the address: Alright, I’ll help you with this.

Olivia: Thank you dear, you are really kind! I will thank you properly.

If you dial down the creepy stuff, I might thank you a bit more.

Allen also notified Dominic, telling him he probably won’t be back tonight, to lock up the RV properly, and then he left the underpass camp on foot.

Dominic took it as usual.

Not coming back again? Okay, the General Sect Leader is always so busy.

Then he promptly snitched to Rena.

Allen Zhang waited on the roadside for a while, and soon saw a stretch Lincoln coming from the crossroads, stopping by the curb, honking at him.

Sure enough, all rich folks.

The passenger-side window rolled down, Olivia smiled and waved, "Is this Mr. Jin? We have an appointment, please get in the car."

"It’s me." Allen wasn’t sure what she was up to, but he played along and got into the back of the car.

A few drunken women, blotto drunk, sprawled in the back seat like a heap of mud, but their makeup still looked pretty decent.

Allen Zhang couldn’t help wondering, despite being drunk to such a b-state, their lips still wouldn’t rest?

Entertainment to death, West Coast.

Seeing someone climb into the car, one of the women sobered up a bit and leaned in, "Hey, dear, you smell so nice. Are you the friend Olivia called?"

"Correct, Olivia did call me over. You can call me Hanberger, ladies." Allen politely pushed her away, how can you get so handsy right off the bat?

He hadn’t sprayed any cologne, and he didn’t even know what brand of perfume Jenny picked up at the convenience store during the day, but the scent in this car was definitely richer.

And all for a big scene.

"Olivia mentioned, others charge just a few hundred dollars, but you ask for 2000 dollars. I think, that must be because you have something special about you," said another blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman with a smile.