883: Chapter 872: Black Sword!
883: Chapter 872: Black Sword!
“Good evening, sir, and I wish you a wonderful night!”
The waiter outside Ning Fan’s room was a tall, muscular Black man with a powerful build—his physique instinctively made one think of a professional boxer.
Yet, despite his imposing stature, he gave off an air of politeness that was impossible to fault.
Is this what they call the remarkable standards of hiring at a grand hotel?
Ning Fan raised an eyebrow, feeling a growing sense of goodwill toward this waiter.
He appreciated the man’s courteous demeanor.
“Sorry, I don’t seem to need any room service for the moment, but I could surely give you a tip!”
At places like this, tips were customary for any task asked of the staff—even though it wasn’t obligatory, it had become an unspoken rule.
But the waiter simply shook his head and replied, “I haven’t done anything for you yet, so there’s no need for a tip.
However, I do have something I need to deliver to you.”
“Something for me?!”
Ning Fan looked at the Black waiter in surprise, instinctively scrutinizing the man with a more observant gaze.
He quickly noticed something different.
Though the man seemed like an ordinary person, there was something unique about his eyes—ordinary yet not mundane, his presence held an interesting and unusual quality.
A slight smirk tugged at Ning Fan’s lips as he flashed a meaningful smile, as if he had discerned something.
With anticipation, he kept his eyes keenly fixed on the waiter.
Sure enough, in the next moment, the waiter seemingly performed a magic trick, pulling out a long wooden box from behind his back.
The box was rectangular, about a meter in length.
As soon as Ning Fan saw it, his eyes lit up—it looked like the item he had been waiting for had finally arrived!
“Sir, please sign for your package!”
The true identity of the Black waiter no longer needed guessing—he was part of the elite courier company responsible for delivering this item from abroad.
This courier company, however, was no ordinary establishment; their services were far from typical.
“Your speed is impressive, I must say!”
Ning Fan nodded approvingly, praising their efficiency without hesitation.
This courier company had quite the reputation, and arriving in New York City only just recently, his package had been delivered so quickly it almost felt unreal.
“Thank you for your kind words.
Our company handles more than just packages—if the client requests it, we’re even capable of transporting live cargo!”
The idea of delivering live cargo left Ning Fan unsure of how to react.
Ultimately, he kept his polite smile and avoided engaging further in the peculiar topic.
After signing off on the package, the waiter still didn’t request a tip.
Carrying out this task resulted in a significant income, so Ning Fan’s tip wasn’t particularly necessary for him.
After all, he wasn’t a real waiter like the others who rely entirely on tips for extra earnings.
He was merely playing the role for the sake of the delivery.
Holding the long box, Ning Fan eagerly opened it.
Inside was his Black Sword, a gift from Ouyang Feifei given to him earlier.
This was a weapon Ning Fan was deeply fond of—finally, it had arrived just in time to serve its purpose, ready to taste blood!
The sharp, black blade seemed almost sinister; merely glancing at it gave one the eerie sense of being cut.
Made of the latest alloy, the sword was a masterpiece with many hidden potentials waiting for Ning Fan to uncover.
Handling his Black Sword for a moment, Ning Fan resisted the urge to practice swordsmanship in his room right away.
“Their speed is truly remarkable.
I’ll definitely need to collaborate with them more in the future!”
Ning Fan spoke with surprise, their efficiency surpassing his expectations.
Although he knew the company was incredibly fast, they had managed to deliver so swiftly it was beyond his imagination.
Curious about their operational methods, Ning Fan knew better than to ask—they wouldn’t reveal the secrets behind their lucrative business model.
However, he had already decided to work with them more frequently down the line.
A partner like this was indispensable to any faction.
“But what exactly is Teng Yun Geshang’s plan?
It seems like he’s going to leave me idle here for quite a few days…”
With some downtime in New York City ahead, Ning Fan had no clue about Teng Yun Geshang’s timeline or plans for returning to the city.
As Ning Fan speculated, Fei Peilie had already arrived at a bar in New York City and met with Umbrella operatives.
“Well, isn’t this rare?
Our dear housekeeper, Fei Peilie, has graced us with his presence in person!”
Inside the bar, three individuals gathered, their faces speaking to lives devoid of innocence or virtue.
Fei Peilie eyed them with visible disdain.
If this mission hadn’t been critically important, he would rather avoid engaging with these people entirely.
“I’m merely here to check in on you; why are there only three of you?
Where are the others?”
These people were close to Fei Peilie’s level in power, albeit slightly weaker.
As the main fighters for the upcoming operation to assassinate Konstantin, they were essential parts of the plan.
Yet, the original plan included more than just these three—it should have involved other members as well.
“The others?
They’re too busy to show up.
New York City’s a place where people easily get lost in indulgence—who knows what kind of trouble they’re off getting into now!”
A burly, bearded man scoffed, throwing a challenging glance at Fei Peilie.
He felt his strength wasn’t much weaker than Fei Peilie’s, yet Teng Yun Geshang had appointed Fei Peilie as housekeeper—a decision that left him and others brimming with jealousy.
There was no shortage of people envying Fei Peilie, and unfortunately, some of them were right here, which explained why Fei Peilie wanted no part of dealing with them.
“Do they have any idea how important this mission is?!”
Fei Peilie frowned, his tone marked with fury.
This mission alone had cost him many sleepless nights, and Teng Yun Geshang had explicitly ordered heightened vigilance to minimize risks.
But the problem he now faced was the rebellious nature of so many individuals summoned by Teng Yun Geshang—obedience was rare among them.
Out of a ten-person team, only three were present here.
Fei Peilie was practically ready to explode from frustration.
“Hehe, Fei Peilie, Master Housekeeper, why get so worked up at a time like this?”