Hear

There was one thing Da Zhe had already begun to admire about No. 18: he had discovered that she could stare without moving for a full hour or more.

As for whether No. 18 ever blinked, that was impossible to say. If watching a so-called patron required such a long time, and perhaps much longer still, then Da Zhe felt that being a Black Soul Envoy was definitely a grueling job.

That said, this man named Zhu Maolin really was just as his subordinates thought—a workaholic.

Someone like that was probably the kind of capable subordinate a company boss liked best, right? But just because the boss liked him did not mean the people below him would.

"No. 18, is this client difficult to deal with?" Da Zhe finally could not resist asking.

No. 18 merely turned her head slowly and glanced at Da Zhe before continuing to stare at Zhu Maolin, who was holding a meeting through the night. She said nothing. Having made a fool of himself, Da Zhe could only look around aimlessly.

In Da Zhe's eyes, No. 18 was completely mysterious... But to No. 18, she was merely puzzled by something—the purpose behind the new master's approval of this potential patron.

In fact, if one turned back time to when she was on her way to the club, the man before her had merely been a casual choice by No. 18. She had happened to pass by, sensed that the power of his soul was fairly decent, and casually made a white card for him as well.

Zhu Maolin naturally could not compare with the other patrons she was looking for. Although the information cards she had made for those other patrons had not necessarily been prepared with much care, it was certain that she had