A wisp of smoke drifted into the office through the gap in the door. Then a pale, slender hand reached out of it and gave a sharp tug.
At once, the smoke formed a ring.
Dressed in a black hunting outfit, Malinda stepped out of the smoke ring with a pipe between her lips.
Her azure eyes were bloodshot. The moment she spotted Arthur's plate, she helped herself without hesitation, picking up the smoked chicken leg and stuffing it into her mouth.
She spoke as she ate.
"What happened?"
Crude. Rude.
This was the true face of the Lady of the Long Night, who had all the young men of South Los infatuated with her. Arthur was long used to it, but this was Maltz's first time seeing it.
For the old chief, seeing a living person walk out of a smoke ring was shocking enough, but what followed was even harder for him to accept.
So much so that he completely failed to notice Arthur taking his smoked chicken leg.
Arthur ate the chicken leg at a leisurely pace, watching Malinda without a word.
The lady immediately rolled her eyes.
"What a petty man!"
As she spoke, she licked her fingers and raised a hand. A contract appeared in it, which she unfolded and laid before Arthur.
It clearly read:
Arthur Credos shall receive an annual dividend of 1% of the Caesar Trading Company's profits (these profits exclude proceeds from the Lady of the Long Night's auctions, the three fleets including the Long Night's fleet, and shops and trading companies in the Inner Bay, West Berlin, Einhaas, Bette, Rudd, Novia, and other locations. They include only the proceeds generated by Malinda Julius Caesar's restructuring of the other trading companies in South Los).
Furthermore, Arthur Credos must not proactively undertake