The terms above were countless times harsher than those he had signed with the Circus's peripheral members. Calling it a contract of servitude would not have been an exaggeration.
"Gentlemen, that isn't what I meant... I meant joining the Murder Club solely in my personal capacity."
The polite smile on Chen Lun's face remained unchanged.
Drink froze for a moment, then burst out laughing, even dropping the cigarette holder from his mouth.
Akbin felt as though he had been toyed with, and his expression grew even darker and colder.
He waved his hand, dismissing the contract text in midair, and the flies scattered out of sight.
This gesture meant he would offer no further chances.
"You...? Someone who only just advanced to [Sequence 7] dares talk about joining the Murder Club and becoming one of us?"
Drink laughed until tears came to his eyes.
He himself had shed untold sweat and blood before finally squeezing his way into the Murder Club and finding a sanctuary.
This fellow before him had neither strength nor discernment, yet dared make such a boast!
"According to the Murder Club's rules, I will offer a bottle of extraordinary wine..."
Chen Lun took out the bottle of Crane-Crest Green. Although a grade below Mirna Blood Wine, it was still high-quality stuff.
He had many reasons for wanting to join the Murder Club.
There were three main ones.
First, the Murder Club was relatively free internally, without the restrictions imposed by other churches and factions. Rather than an organization of elite Beyonders, it was more of an assassins' guild, one of the few high-end platforms in the Trisoul Empire.
Although its members were not particularly close, it still provided the corresponding benefits and protection.
In addition, Chen Lun could establish another identity and use the Murder Club