Chapter 920: Cheap Man’s Old Client = Big Man?

Chapter 920: Cheap Man’s Old Client = Big Man?

Thinking about the big meeting that would take place in New York in two nights, Luke smiled.

What was a hitman? A hitman had to have taken at least one life in order to be called one, and the number of people he killed was proportional to his level.

A top hitman in the industry couldn’t be considered as such if he didn’t turn it into a “big business.”

He had long since deduced that according to the system’s rules, hitmen were villains, and the number of people they killed represented the amount of experience and credit points the system assigned to them.

Killing someone without a legitimate reason, or killing innocent people even with a legitimate reason, couldn’t escape the system’s pronouncement of villainy.

How many of these hitmen who were coming for money would show mercy to innocent people?

Luke felt that if there really was such a conscientious hitman, he would accept a deduction of his credit points.

So, these killers weren’t enemies in his eyes… but a bunch of elite and even boss monsters.

Thinking that, he was in a good mood and couldn’t help but hum a song. “They told him don’t you ever come around here…”

Selina glanced at him and didn’t say anything.

For the past few days, this guy liked to hum whenever he was free. He was in a good mood.

She thought he was probably happy that he had gotten the lab he had been longing for.

Luke had always liked to fiddle with mechanical things, including armor, portable equipment, drones, cars, and motorcycles.

Not only did he make new stuff, he also specially restored some antique and old mechanical objects which he displayed at home.

This hobby made him look like a nostalgic middle-aged man.

Men were kids who never grew up!

Selina didn’t dwell on it and asked, “Are we going to continue investigating the environment around the targets in the afternoon?”

“No, I’m going to look for an acquaintance.” Luke shook his head and said casually, “Call Wade Wilson.” The car phone immediately started to dial the number.

Selina was stunned. “Why are you looking for that cheap person?”

Listening to the ringing tone, Luke said casually, “He’s a New York tyrant and a mercenary. Do you think he won’t know about this ten million deal?”

Selina thought that made sense.

It wasn’t that she was stupid; it was just that Wade’s despicable behavior had left a deep impression on her, and she had the urge to take out her gun whenever she heard his name.

The phone rang and there was no response. Luke smacked his lips and said, “Send Wade a message. Tell him that his old client wants information from him. It’ll cost 500 dollars.”

The car program did as Luke instructed… but nothing happened.

Selina chuckled.

Few people could show Luke up; Wade was quite unique.

Luke wasn’t angry.

He didn’t usually get angry with others, let alone with a cheap person like Wade.

“Send him another message. Tell him that if he doesn’t return this call, I’ll take 30% of the reward Weyland gave him last time as a commission,” he said again.

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In a New York apartment in New York, Vanessa, who was watching TV with Wade, picked up the phone and said, “It might be something important.” Wade lay lazily on the couch, one hand groping her leg. “I need more rest. That last assignment was exhausting.”

Vanessa smiled and then stepped on his face to kick the lazy guy away. “It’s been months. Haven’t you had enough rest?”

Wade refused to let go. “Darling, don’t tell me you don’t know why I need to rest?”

Vanessa rolled her eyes at him and opened the message from the unknown number.

After taking a look, she threw the phone to Wade.

Caught off-guard, Wade was hit in the nose by the Nokia brick. He groaned in pain. “Ah, my face! I need my looks to earn a living!”

Vanessa said, “Your old client is looking for you. He said that if you don’t call him back, he’ll take his commission for Weyland’s assignment.”

Wade covered his face and snorted. “Dream on! Nobody can take money from me…”

When he saw Vanessa’s half-smile, he quickly added, “My money is your money.”

Vanessa was both angry and amused. She couldn’t help but pinch his cheek. “Have I ever wanted your money?”

Wade immediately shook his head. “No, you’re the one raising me nowadays.”

Vanessa said helplessly, “Alright, hurry up and call him. Didn’t you say that you want to have a Christmas party? If you don’t have money, are you going to make your friends drink tap water?”

Reading the message on his phone, Wade said, “It’s Christmas! It’s my favorite! It belongs only to the two of us. I won’t call anyone. Hm, even if they come, they have to bring their own drinks.”

At that moment, he finally saw the two messages.

Stunned for a moment, he tilted his head and thought for a moment. He couldn’t help but click his tongue and immediately call back.

Vanessa was curious.

For Wade to proactively contact them, were they really an old client? Or did he owe the other party a lot of money, like… a commission?

Wade noticed her expression and mouthed the words “big man.”

Vanessa understood.

No matter how much money he got from his clients, they were only two kinds of people to Wade: big and small.

Then, she saw Wade smile obsequiously. “Hey, Boss Luke, it’s been a while. Do you need me for something?”

In the car, Luke said with a smile, “Mr. Wilson, it wasn’t easy to get through to you. Am I disturbing you?”

Of course! Wade’s hand was still on Vanessa’s leg as he mumbled to himself, but he immediately denied it. “No, no. That information fee…”

Luke said, “It’s inconvenient over the phone. Let’s talk when we meet.”

Wade was delighted. “Ah, Boss Luke, I’m back in New York now. If you want to meet and talk in detail, you might have to cover my travel allowance. I won’t ask for much for the plane ticket, just business class and a four-star hotel. I was at the Four Seasons Hotel last time, and it was terrible. The toilet leaked, and I couldn’t sleep well for days because of the dripping…”

Just nice, he could take Vanessa to Los Angeles for a free pre-Christmas holiday, and they could go to the beach to enjoy the sun. He was already making plans in his heart.

In the car, Selina couldn’t help but curse this cheap person.

Luke, however, was calm.

He could be angry with anyone, but never with Wade. That would only torture him and make Wade happy.

He simply interrupted him. “Mr. Wilson, I’m in New York.”

“…The best would be a double bed in the room, the round kind so that I won’t fall off when I roll around. Uh, what did you say?” Only after that did Wade shut up in surprise.

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