I Am A Notorious Hidden Boss In The Alternate World

"Is this some sort of satanic cult ritual, or vampiric contract or something? Anyway, count me in," Ah Zhen laughed without pressure before he picked up one of the glass cups of diluted blood, drinking it without hesitation.

Shortly after, Reagan Declan also made his choice and picked up the glass cup. After drinking, he felt some weight lifted off his shoulders.

Albion glanced at him and smiled lightly, "You won't need that cast anymore."

"Huh?" Reagan Declan was stunned by the Young Master's words before he felt some subtle changes to his arms.

Shortly after, he had a strange feeling that his arm has been healed. After breaking the cast, he realized that it was true!

Meng Yan's eyes quickly flickered with deep thoughts for a moment before he also made the decision to drink.

Sometime later, everyone present eventually caved in and also made their choice to drink.

Once the last cup was drunk, Meng Yan glanced at Albion and asked, "Young Master, what would have happened if we chose not to drink?"

"Oh, nothing much..." Albion responded nonchalantly. But before anyone could regret their choices, he added, "You'll just die."

After hearing this, everyone immediately broke into cold sweats and silently rejoiced for making the correct choice.

As expected, their Young Master might appear laidback, but he is a devilish and ruthless person.

Reagan Declan wanted to ask about the blood, but he chose to remain silent, thinking some things should not be asked if he wished to live long.

At the same time, the others were also silently curious about the Young Master's origins.

Nevertheless, they all had the same thought. Their boss was a vampire or something, right? Do they have to drink blood and avoid the sunlight now?

"Isn't there still a Messi Gang? Once I take over their gang and unify Silvercove's underworld under one banner, managerial roles will still be left to all of you. In short, you do all the work and don't bother me for anything tedious like paperwork and business matters afterward, understood?"

The Dark Emperor trusted no one and used no one—at least, he did not utilize his people to the full extent of their capabilities.

However, Albion was different.

If something needed to be done—that can be done by others, Albion would not hesitate to delegate the jobs to them instead. He did not feel anything wrong with using bad people for his personal gains.

As the adage says; work smarter, not harder.

"Yes, Young Master Albion!" Ah Zhen and the others answered with peculiar expressions.

The boss could not even recall the Metti Gang's name correctly.

Furthermore, not wanting to take on any managerial roles but still be the big boss above everyone. This boss of theirs just wants people to work for him and not do any work himself…

"Alright, you take this bag away and do what you need to do." Albion urged them to leave. He was unaware and uninterested in whatever thoughts they had.

Shortly after, Ah Zhen and the rest of the group took their leave after paying a bow of respect to Albion.

However, when they arrived at the front door, they were immediately stalled and argued with each other, not wanting to be the first to step out into the light first.

"What are you all doing at the door? Hurry up and get lost!" Albion barked.

"Yes, Young Master Albion!"

Under Albion's urge, everyone immediately scurried outside before they quickly realized that they did not get burned by the sunlight or anything like that.

"Ahem, seems like we were just overthinking." Reagan Declan coughed awkwardly before the others nodded vigorously.

Shortly after, they were all gone.

[Host is becoming more devious.]

Goldfinger stated.

Albion slumped on the couch lazily and made himself comfortable before adding, "Uh, it's too tiring to act like a big boss..."

[The Basic-level Blood Contract is definitely affordable. Host is just being stingy.]

Goldfinger stated seriously.

"Listen to yourself. That's the last thing I want to hear from you," Albion rolled his eyes before he wondered, "What to do now…?"

Ding! Dong!

The doorbell suddenly rang.

"Wonder who is visiting…" Albion raised an eyebrow in wonder before he unwillingly got up from his comfortable couch and made his way to the front door.

"Special delivery, sir." A male wearing a blue suit offered a white envelope after the door was open.

Albion gazed at the person before he asked, "Postman Pat?"

"Huh? Seriously?" It was Albion's turn to be surprised as he gazed back at the mailman with doubt.

Postman Pat nodded seriously, "Yeah…"

…

Sometime later, Albion opened the white envelope back inside the living room after Postman Pat.

"A bank card, ID card, and even a driver's license…?" Albion was surprised by the efficiency, as well as the corruption before he chuckled, "A driver's license is so easy to obtain these days?—Not that I have any problem with this…"

Shortly after, Albion's eyes fell on the last item inside the white envelope, a letter addressed to him.

Not much was written; only a place, time, and date—along with a glued-on invitation card to the venue.

It was a dinner invitation.

"Royal Pearl Club, 9th February, 7PM? That's today… but no year and no name, huh? It probably won't be too late if I go next year or something..." Albion muttered disinterestedly with a shrug before tossing the letter aside.

Shortly after, a black, blue, red sports car was revealed inside the garage.

Whistle~

"I don't know what brands these are, but they look nice and expensive. I guess I should take one of these out for a spin in the city and play—Ahem, I mean to observe and gather information." Albion decided.

He was a complete car noob in his previous life. As long as it looks nice and moves, it was good enough for him.

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