"I’d be glad to, sir, but I only take on tasks within my job scope," Jason said as he stood up.
"Don’t worry, it won’t be difficult for you. $800, who else wants to come with me?"
"Sir, I believe I am capable of handling this job," another veteran security staff member immediately stood up and raised his hand.
"Very good, gentlemen, Room 266 on the second floor, hurry over," the old man nodded satisfactorily, then turned and went upstairs.
"Boss, I’m heading there first," Jason grinned and went upstairs.
Allen waved, "Good luck."
After all, the General Sect Leader doesn’t like to participate in group activities with other men; no amount of money could change that.
While chatting with Sieg and others, they enjoyed gourmet dishes and well-done steaks usually unavailable in supermarkets.
The chef was clearly skilled, perfectly grilling the steaks, something most restaurants can’t achieve. The wealthy are a bit twisted, but they’re not fools; who wants to chew on raw stuff every day?
Twenty minutes went by. Jason came downstairs limping and clutching his buttocks.
Seeing his appearance, Allen and the others were a bit shocked. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing happened," Jason said firmly. But his blush and the tears twinkling at the corners of his eyes betrayed the young man.
He had endured a burden unfit for his age.
These $800 weren’t so easy to earn after all.
Allen just felt relieved that he had dodged a bullet.
The atmosphere in the room was too stifling; Allen decided to go outside to continue his shift and enjoy the breeze. The forepart of the night was quite lively, but by the later part, the old men couldn’t handle the excitement and had all fallen asleep.
Glancing at the time, it was just past two in the morning.
He started slacking off at work by browsing his phone, waiting to hand over his shift and go to sleep.
When Allen woke up again, it was already daylight. Sieg woke him up with bags under his eyes, "Let’s go! Time for the plane!"
"So soon? Did I miss anything?" Allen stretched and looked at the time; it was seven in the morning. His gun was still in his waist pouch; nothing was missing. It had indeed been a peaceful night.
"You didn’t miss anything, just that Mr. Wen felt a bit unwell around 4 AM and was taken away by a private plane. He is now in the hospital getting treatment."
Allen’s brain paused for a few seconds before snapping back, "That’s considered not missing anything?"
Why didn’t anyone call him?
Their employer was in the hospital, and the security personnel were still outside sleeping. How embarrassing was that?
"He overdid it himself; it has nothing to do with us. According to that female celebrity, Mr. Wen took some powder last night and felt his heart acting up early in the morning. The island’s medical staff treated him urgently and he was sent to a California hospital by private plane. Luckily, Lisa messaged to say it’s nothing serious."
Sieg sighed, "Otherwise, if our first job ended with the employer dead, we’d probably never get hired again."
"It’s not a big deal, you really think we can make money off this?" Allen slapped his buttocks, "When are we heading back? Now?"
"Exactly, unless you want to spend Christmas here? Lisa has already arranged a favorable flight for us." Sieg said, then turned and led the General Sect Leader to an open-top Jeep.
Bailey and Jason had already taken an early morning flight back, not least because Jason was a victim too, having injured his buttocks while on duty.
They drove to the airport, greeted the island’s security staff, and boarded a guest’s plane, catching a favorable flight to Los Angeles, California.
Half an hour later, the plane landed smoothly at Los South Airport. They disembarked, drove the parked Jeep and went straight to the downtown hospital.
Upon arrival in the hospital ward, they saw a beaming Mr. Wen joking around with Lisa. The old man looked completely fine.
In another cubicle, Jason lay listlessly on the hospital bed, holding his buttocks, with Bailey beside him.
Seeing them, Jason immediately greeted them, complaining, "Boss, this should count as a work injury, right?"
"Hell no, you took the money," Allen laughed irritably.
Look at you, didn’t you think about the possibility of getting hurt when you took the money?
When Lisa saw them approaching, she pulled them aside, took out a stack of cash, and gave it to Allen, "You did well. Don’t worry about Jason’s medical bills, we will cover them. The doctor said if he hadn’t taken the preventive pill, the complications from the drug use could’ve led to a sudden heart stoppage for the employer."
"It’s what we should do."