I was transported from Lobotomy Corporation to another world.

Red didn't even need to look specifically; he simply turned his head and spotted an alleyway where thugs and hooligans were gathered.

Reed felt inexplicably irritated by this scene, which reminded him of his days as a level nine finisher in the city.

There are very few legitimate agencies that accept level 9 finishers; most agencies that do accept level 9 finishers are just using them as cannon fodder.

Although there are a few legitimate firms, these firms often require the person handling the final stages to pay the electricity bill...

Moreover, at that time, almost no law firms would take Red in, and his only friend in the city stole everything he owned and beat him up.

He was beaten so badly he almost fainted and was killed by the street cleaners; he could only accept commissions in these dark alleyways.

Getting tripped up once every time you enter an alley is the least of your worries; it's worse to be tricked into lying about accidentally hitting yourself. Red has experienced this too.

Reed waved, signaling Noelle, who was still standing there nervously, to catch up.

As Reed approached the alley, he smelled that familiar yet unfamiliar scent.

It felt familiar because I often frequented these dark alleyways, and it felt unfamiliar only because the unpleasant smell was slightly different.

Noelle could smell a strong, nauseating stench of sweat, a hint of blood, and various nauseating vomit.

Noelle frowned, covered her mouth and nose with her hand, and forced herself to ignore the unfriendly stares as she followed behind Reed.

As a dog, Body looked at the blackened, discolored floorboards and didn't know where to put his foot...

The noisy thugs in the alley all fell silent upon seeing Red's attire.

Some audacious and arrogant thugs, after taking a drag of marijuana, slowly approached Reed. "Hey! You look intimidating dressed like that? Who the hell are you?!"

A shirtless thug stared lustfully at the nervous Noelle, puckered his lips as if to kiss her, and whistled as he did so.

[Whistle] Hey ho~ Little girl! So nervous, is this your first time? Come on, let your big brother give you a hug~

After saying that, the thug reached out and hugged Noelle.

[Sound of something cutting through the air] In the eyes of the other thugs, a fist swung backward at a speed so fast it was almost invisible.

[Sound of stone wall shattering] Boom! Reed punched the shirtless thug in the temple.

A bloody hole was punched in his temple, and his head was smashed into the wall.

The sound of flesh shattering and chunks of meat breaking apart rang in everyone's ears, and a hole the size of a human head was dented into the wall.

The thug's head was shattered in two, the remaining flesh and blood still stuck together, pressed silently against the wall...

All the thugs and prostitutes present were so shocked they didn't dare breathe.

The thug who had been hallucinating from marijuana suddenly became clear-headed, vomited all over the floor, and then waved his hands, saying, "I'm sorry! I...I!"

Reid remained silent, merely glancing at the carriage's pattern of movement outside, before grabbing the thug by the collar and tossing him outside!

The thug, thrown to the ground and clutching his bleeding forehead, was about to stand up when he saw a horse-drawn cart loaded with goods speeding towards him.

Two horses pulling goods trampled over the thug's body, and the wheels behind them crushed both of his legs.

The thugs' screams forced everyone to make way for Reed.

Some people, sensing the danger, ran away across the alley, while those present didn't dare even glance at Noelle behind Reed.

Anyone with a modicum of sense who witnessed that scene would know that this pretty young girl was someone you absolutely shouldn't mess with.

That guy just whistled and said a few words, and this weirdo killed him on the spot.

Almost everyone who had designs on Noelle ran away. Who would have thought that this pretty, nervous, and adorable young girl was with this guy who clearly wasn't a good person?!

Noelle was genuinely frightened by that thug. She pressed herself against Reed's back, burying her face in his coat, and clung to his arm as they walked.

The thugs at the scene all turned their heads away, not daring to look even once, for fear that if they did, they would be grabbed, pinned against the wall, and punched to death.

Passersby were amazed; the usually noisy, dark alley was unusually quiet that day.

Reed looked around and finally saw several commission papers pasted on a wall.

The female thug blocking the power of attorney shuddered in fright; when a person is extremely frightened, they may stand frozen in place.

It's not that people don't want to move, it's that their legs are so scared they've forgotten how to move.

Reed clicked his tongue, reached out and grabbed the woman's shoulder, tossing her aside!

The female thug fell to the ground and left without uttering a sound. Some people at the scene felt a pang of pity for her.

Reed wouldn't, even though the other party seemed completely innocent and victimized just now.

If someone tells him to kill the person in front of him, he'll get 5 copper coins.

This woman, wielding a small knife, would stab someone to death without hesitation, and then sell their heart to some depraved cult members.

There were four dirty, discolored request forms on the wall…

The first three authorization forms clearly indicate that the perpetrators are targeting innocent people, such as vandalizing a small vendor, kidnapping a girl, or transporting drugs.

Red crumpled the three pieces of paper into balls, tore them into pieces, and threw them on the ground.

The three thugs who initiated the commission were so terrified when they saw it from a distance that they almost lost their souls.

Reed looked at the last commission paper on the wall, raised an eyebrow, and tore it off.

Although the first three authorization forms were written in a way that looked like scribbles, the content of the authorization was very clear.

For example, where is the drug hidden? Which route should be taken? Who should it be delivered to? What time should the operation take place? Who should be avoided? What rules need to be followed? Although the language is rough and there are typos, the content is quite extensive.

But this piece of paper was so simple, containing only a few words.

Reward: 10 silver coins

Objective: Kill my father

Location: House No. 102, Block 7

The three commissions you just received practically slapped the strategy guide right in your face; as long as you followed the instructions, you could succeed!

Except for the one in front of us, which simply and clearly marks two locations.

Moreover, the content of this objective is also thought-provoking: killing the father, is this the child wanting to kill his own father?

Moreover, the handwriting on this piece of paper wasn't as illegible or like scribbles as the previous three. While the quality of the handwriting on this piece of paper was acceptable for the average person, it wasn't particularly outstanding or beautiful.

But compared to the previous three pictures with words that even Noelle probably couldn't understand, this one is simply too beautiful and outstanding.

Reid wanted to see if there were any other requests, but then he felt a small hand grab his wrist…

Reid led Noelle away from the alley. "How long are you going to play dumb? We're already out."

"Thank you, Reed... otherwise I would have been run into that person..."

"There's no need to thank me. Didn't I shield you from danger before?"

Noelle nodded, blushing. "Well... there's something else I need to do."

"What else do you want to say? Hurry up! I hate beating around the bush! Just say it!"

"Rhett...can I hold...your hand? I'm scared right now...holding hands will make things feel better."

Reed scratched his head. "Huh?"

Noelle blushed crimson, her ears turning bright red, and she swayed shyly from side to side. "Reed, to put it bluntly, this is me... Ugh!"

Before Noelle could finish speaking, she buried her head in Reid's coat again. Noelle was genuinely flustered; she had been frightened by that person earlier and suddenly felt insecure.

It wasn't that the thug was particularly scary, but rather that the thug caused Noelle to recall her previous bloody experiences.

In this panicked state, one desperately wants to rely on the person next to them.

"Reid, hold hands!" Noelle turned her head away and stretched out her little hand.

Reed scratched his head, reached out and took the other person's hand. Reed walked in front, intending to go to the target location to see what was going on.