God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 75: Conflict Between Ethan Blake and Giovani

Several large containers were piled up inside the courtyard.

They were filled with monster corpses.

Fortunately, monster corpses didn't rot easily, and it was winter.

As Alexander walked into the courtyard carrying a bag of seeds, the old beggar was playing with a few stray cats.

Upon seeing Alexander approach, the old beggar immediately bowed deeply, cupping his hands in respect:

"President."

The stray cats, seemingly having gained some intelligence, mimicked the gesture and bowed toward Alexander as well.

Alexander glanced at the cats and thought of the old beggar's unique talent.

The old beggar's ability strengthened these stray cats, turning them into beasts no weaker than monsters, and he had kept the old district well protected.

Alexander set down the bag of seeds and walked over to the Wishwood tree, looking up.

A small super fruit was slowly growing, a new one appearing after the previous Underworld Fruit had been harvested.

It probably had something to do with the Skeleton King.

Even through the thick soil, Alexander could still sense that the Skeleton King was alive.

Alexander grabbed a hoe and began digging, carefully avoiding the Skeleton King's position as he worked in the vegetable garden.

Soon, a deep pit was dug.

Alexander pointed to one of the containers and said to the old beggar:

"Open it."

The old beggar had always been curious about what was inside the containers, and now he finally had the chance to find out.

His aged hands, charged with his strengthening power, forcefully yanked the container open.

Several monster corpses lost their balance and tumbled out.

Alexander motioned with his hand:

"Move them over and bury them."

The old beggar hurried to move the monster corpses into the pits.

Alexander poured half of the seeds from the bag into the hole and then covered them with soil.

Green shoots quickly sprouted in the garden and soon began to grow wildly.

After several repetitions of the process, the garden was filled with extraordinary plants.

Though Alexander wasn't too concerned with the lower-grade plants, his attention was fixed on the Sap of Ascension vines and the Wishwood tree.

The harvest from the Sap of Ascension vines disappointed him—all the plants were E-rank, nothing special.

This was despite many of the monster corpses being C-rank.

However, the Wishwood tree didn't let Alexander down.

More than thirty strange fruits had grown, all of them plump.

Alexander was quite pleased, especially with the six B-rank super fruits.

With these B-rank super fruits, the 'Soul Hunters' were nearly complete.

After all, they were his blades—having them at C-rank would have been meaningless.

Rosie was already gathering information on candidates suitable to become 'Soul Hunters.'

Tonight, they would select the first 'Soul Hunter.'

As Alexander sat in a chair, he browsed through the list of 'Soul Hunter' candidates that Rosie had sent him on his phone.

He murmured:

"I can't do everything myself; the Council of Elders should be established soon."

After pondering for a while, Alexander took out his phone and issued a special task.

This person was the most suitable to become the Elder of Human Resources.

The 'Soul Hunters' would be his responsibility.

If he performed well, he would be entrusted with more power. If not, he would be buried.

That night, at Imperial Nightclub, in a private room.

The pounding beats of the DJ could be heard from the room, and if you stood close to the door, you could catch some rather explicit sounds.

After about half an hour, a woman with black stockings on her legs slipped back into her leopard print skirt.

She took a napkin and thoughtfully wiped the alcohol stains off the man's body.

The man was quite satisfied with the service the leopard-print woman had provided. He patted her plump rear:

"Not bad, you can pay a little less of your share this month."

The heavy makeup on the woman's face, smeared from the intense "struggle," gave her an odd appeal.

She flashed a seductive smile and leaned on the man's lap, speaking coyly:

"Tiger, how much less?"

Tiger replied generously:

"One thousand! You'll only need to pay two thousand this month!"

The smile on the leopard-print woman's face froze.

She was a regular hostess at Imperial Nightclub.

She wasn't officially employed by the bar, but rather a temporary "princess"—those in the know called them "part-timers."

These women might consider this line of work as a side job.

Temporary "princesses" were usually somewhat attractive but far less glamorous than the bar's official hostesses.

So, the leopard-print woman earned far less than the bar's original hostesses.

Even prostitutes are ranked in tiers.

The bar's clients were wealthy and had high standards, demanding more extravagant services.

Every time she finished with a client, she felt like she had lost half her life.

She made six to seven thousand a month at the bar but had to hand over two to three thousand, leaving her with just over three thousand in hand.

With a flattering expression, the leopard-print woman softly pleaded with Tiger:

"Tiger, could you take off a little more? I'll make sure to spend more time with you in the future."

Tiger flew into a rage and slapped the woman hard across the body.

"Greedy to the core! Who do you think you are? You think a thousand off isn't enough?"

The leopard-print woman knelt on the floor, holding her swollen face, her eyes filled not with fear, but with pleading:

"Tiger, I'm really short on money. Can't you have a little sympathy for me?"

Tiger sat on the couch, pulling out a cigarette, and looked at her with disdain:

"You work during the day and sell yourself at night. How could you possibly be short on money?"

The leopard-print woman crawled up to Tiger, pulling out a lighter to light his cigarette:

"I… I'm sick. I need money for treatment."

Tiger's eyes widened:

"Sick?! What kind of disease does a whore like you have?!"

The woman pointed to her ample chest:

"Heart disease, Tiger. It's early, but it can still be treated."

Tiger sighed in relief.

He had thought it was that kind of disease!

Taking a deep puff from his cigarette, he said:

"The share split was set by Boss Giovani. I don't have the final say.

Now get out of here. If I'd known you were sick, I wouldn't have touched you.

Bad luck."

The woman had already looked into the matter. Boss Giovani took a thousand each month, leaving the rest for the underlings to decide.

The subordinates collected hefty shares, something Giovani not only allowed but encouraged.

How could they work hard if they weren't fed?

If they managed to squeeze more money out of these women, Giovani would just praise them for their skills.

The woman wanted to say more, but suddenly there were loud noises from the door, along with the sound of things being smashed.

Tiger flew into a rage, pulling out a crude gun from his pocket and slamming the door open:

"Who the hell dares to mess with Imperial's territory?!"

But in the next second, Tiger froze in place, slowly stepping back.

The woman, puzzled, looked over.

A fully armed security officer had a gun pressed to Tiger's head, speaking into his radio:

"Room 302, we have an individual illegally possessing a firearm. Requesting backup!"

Tiger raised his hands, forcing a smile that looked worse than a cry:

"Officer, what is this about?"

The security officer glanced around the room.

The place was in complete disarray, and seeing the provocatively dressed woman, it wasn't hard to guess what had just happened.

The officer spoke coldly:

"A crackdown on prostitution!"

Tiger's eyes nearly bulged out of his head:

"Prostitution crackdown?! Here?! Do you even know whose turf this is?!"

So what if Imperial Entertainment had some shady activities?

What was the problem with that?

Over the years, how many influential people had enjoyed their time here at Imperial?

If they were here because an awakened person had killed someone, that would be serious.

But for a minor prostitution sweep? In this day and age?!

Was it really necessary to make such a big fuss?

Tiger, still not willing to accept the situation, asked:

"Officer, could you at least tell me which leader is in charge?"

The security officer replied:

"Captain Blake."

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