The boss is truly the boss—even flattery is done so impressively!

As for William Bolton, he was left with goosebumps all over and utterly speechless. Well, after all, the man is the dignified leader of the Speeding Gang, and now he’s even working alongside the janitors. What else could he possibly say!

“Well then, take your time, there’s no rush.” After a while, William Bolton gently patted Ironhand on the shoulder, then turned and went back to the balcony.

Not long after William Bolton returned to the balcony, Tiger and the others carried in chairs, tables, and all sorts of things into the room.

The forty-square-meter room instantly became crowded, filled with the smell of sweat. But standing on the balcony, enjoying the night breeze, William Bolton couldn’t feel it at all.

Seeing Tiger and the others moving things in, Ironhand was finally promoted from janitor to foreman, directing his underlings to arrange the furniture. Once everything was in place, he then ordered them to join Chicken Coop and the others in cleaning up.

Poor gangsters—tonight, they first served as punching bags, then as movers, and now they were doing janitorial work. Especially Tiger, who stood nearly 1.9 meters tall, kneeling on the floor to scrub—it was really a tough sight. But when he came in earlier and saw even boss Ironhand personally scrubbing the floor with a rag, what could he possibly complain about? Just clean—after all, this job doesn’t require any skill, no training needed, you can start right away.

Forty square meters, a dozen people cleaning together, their butts practically touching—what a spectacular scene. Every now and then, when William Bolton glanced back, all he saw was a row of backsides. Even with his steady temperament, he was nearly dumbfounded.

In this world, there really is nothing you can’t do—only things you haven’t thought of! William Bolton sighed to himself.

Finch, the only female janitor in the room, finally couldn’t stand the manly stench and the sight of all those swaying butts. Looking up and seeing William Bolton standing on the balcony, she remembered the balcony hadn’t been cleaned yet. Summoning her courage, she grabbed a rag and a bucket of water and headed out to the balcony alone.

But as soon as she stepped onto the balcony, Finch regretted it. The man before her looked young and refined, seemingly harmless, but remembering how he’d taken down thirty-two people in under five seconds and could crush coins with his bare hands, Finch felt her whole body tense up, her bladder once again overwhelmed by the urge to pee.

She would rather squeeze in the room, butt to butt with those stinky men, than be alone with William Bolton on the tiny balcony.

But since she was already out there, she couldn’t just take the water back inside. Might as well clean—she’d never been afraid of anyone in her life!

Finch took a deep breath, then started wiping down the balcony railing with her rag.

At first, seeing Finch come out to clean the balcony, William Bolton didn’t think much of it. But when Finch finished wiping the railing and bent over to scrub the floor tiles, William Bolton started to feel uncomfortable.

Her short skirt couldn’t cover her ample hips at all, and when she bent over, all William Bolton had to do was lower his gaze slightly to see her fair thighs and lacy underwear. Not only that, but as Finch cleaned, her upper body leaned downward, her chest swaying back and forth in front of him, making William Bolton’s eyes blur.

Fortunately, Finch’s style was far too bold—not William Bolton’s type. Otherwise, with a woman dressed like that, bent over cleaning, any man would have a hard time resisting.

The saying “many hands make light work” was fully proven during this cleaning spree. In no time, room 701 was spotless and tidy—not even a speck of dust on the light fixtures.

Looking at the newly refreshed room, then at the sweaty faces all staring at him expectantly, William Bolton really wanted to say, “It’s a shame you guys aren’t working in housekeeping.” But thinking that saying so might make them cry, he held back and simply nodded, saying, “Not bad!”

Seeing William Bolton nod in approval, the group of tough guys and the lone delinquent girl finally breathed a huge sigh of relief, even breaking into bright, satisfied smiles.

It seems the saying “labor brings satisfaction and happiness” is really true. No wonder the government sets up labor camps to reform criminals. Looking at all those “honest” smiling faces, William Bolton couldn’t help but sigh again.

“All right, everyone out—don’t disturb Easton Brooks’s rest!” While William Bolton was lost in thought, Ironhand tactfully ushered his men out, then took a business card from his pocket and placed it carefully on the brand-new desk. “Easton Brooks, I’m heading out. Here’s my card—if you need anything, please call me anytime. I, Ironhand, will definitely handle it for you, no problem.”

Without waiting for William Bolton to reply, he hurriedly turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.

Chapter 10: The Five Emperors’ True Scripture

William Bolton looked at the tightly closed door, shaking his head with a wry smile. Then, with a flick of his hand, the business card on the desk flew straight into his palm.

“Chairman of Wuzhou Supreme Entertainment Co., Ltd., Member of the Political Consultative Conference of Wuzhou East District.” William Bolton glanced at the card and couldn’t help but shake his head. These days, even gangsters know how to package themselves—not only a company boss, but also a district political advisor.

Thinking this, William Bolton crumpled the card and tossed it into the trash. His memory had always been excellent; with just a glance, Dewey Miller’s contact number was already firmly imprinted in his mind.