"Mmm! Delicious! So delicious!"
Inside Wilson's Chain Fast Food Restaurant, Thor wore the street T-shirt Wade had just bought him and wolfed down hamburgers.
The Mercenary sat across from him, pondering how to trick—no, comfort—a mental patient into obediently doing as he was told.
The morning sunlight fell on Wade's face, making him feel a little sluggish. He could not help yawning.
The guy seemed afraid of his father? Back at the psychiatric hospital, mentioning his father had earned his trust. That could probably be used.
Man, rich people really had too much free time. Was this some kind of lesson for their son to understand the hardships of ordinary people?
This assignment sounded infuriating. If they donated all their family assets and ended up homeless, would they not experience it firsthand right away?
Forget it. He was a mercenary now. Since he had accepted his first job, he had to see it through properly.
Wade put on a friendly smile and leaned across the little table. "Your dad."
Smack! Thor suddenly flung the cup in his hand to the floor, where it shattered sharply. He shouted, "Another!"
Quite a few customers eating nearby shot them contemptuous looks.
However, Wade had grown up an orphan and had never known what embarrassment meant. He generously met everyone's stares, drained his own Coke, smashed that cup too, and waved at the server.
"Two!"
Yes, the best way to earn a stranger's trust was to show how similar the two of them were. Even though Wade had no idea what kind of problem made someone smash cups after drinking, he did the same.
It was all for the job.
Wilson Enterprises truly deserved its reputation as a major corporation. The staff here were highly professional. Someone quickly came to clean up the broken