Chapter 012: Signing the Contract

After enjoying a delicious meal of braised potatoes, carrots, and onions with chicken, Wang Bo leisurely made his way to the garage, got into his car, and drove to the nightclub.

During yesterday's fight, although Wang Bo deliberately held back and did not take any lives, the black-clad underlings he sent flying either smashed chairs, shattered counters, or even broke the ceiling light bulbs.

So the entire nightclub was deliberately left in a mess.

The renovation was basically a total loss.

In this regard, Wang Bo was also quite helpless. After all, yesterday he was solely focused on controlling his strength to avoid killing anyone, and as for the decorations and such, he simply couldn't attend to them.

No wonder the nightclub owner came to the police station to demand payment.

"Welcome, welcome."

Wang Bo walked into the nightclub, and the boss, who had been sitting in a chair waiting for him all morning, immediately stood up and hurried over to greet him, a fawning smile on his face.

He had spent over a million to buy this place, and then several hundred thousand on renovations. In the blink of an eye, he had recouped his investment with interest and made an extra million on top. How could he not be happy?

What's more, over the years, he had made a considerable amount of money through the nightclub.

With this money, he could easily open a larger, more profitable nightclub in a more luxurious location; there was no need to stubbornly cling to this place.

Therefore, the boss was eager to curry favor with wealthy people like Wang Bo and would never show them a cold shoulder.

Even after being left waiting all morning, he still had a smile on his face.

A businessman would never hold a grudge over such a trivial matter, especially when the other party is a wealthy man who casually throws out three million without a second thought, showing that he simply doesn't care.

So the boss clearly put himself in the right position.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Wang Bo offered an insincere apology as he shook hands with the other party, while the boss laughed heartily and said, "No problem, I just got here too, just got here."

Wang Bo nodded and asked, "Is the contract ready?"

"Of course, of course." The boss nodded repeatedly, pulled a contract out of the briefcase in his hand, and respectfully handed it over with both hands. "Please take a look."

Wang Bo took the contract, glanced at it casually, and said, "That's settled then. Give me the pen."

The boss was taken aback and quickly took a pen from his pocket and handed it over.

Wang Bo signed the two big characters “Wan Ming.” Although he very much wanted to write “Wang Bo,” unfortunately, he was substituting for Wan Ming, and if he wrote “Wang Bo,” it would have no legal effect.

Seeing Wang Bo sign the agreement without a second thought, the boss couldn't help but give a thumbs-up and say, "Sir, you are truly a straightforward person."

Wang Bo said nonchalantly, “To me, the contract doesn’t really matter, because I know you wouldn’t deceive me. If you do, I’ll have no choice but to sink you to the bottom of the sea.”

The boss's expression stiffened.

Wang Bo patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'm joking. I'm not that kind of person."

Although Wang Bo wouldn't sink him to the bottom of the sea, he wouldn't let him off easy either. He would make the other party know just how miserable the consequences of deceiving a wizard could be.

The boss laughed awkwardly a few times and said repeatedly, "No, no, how would I dare to deceive someone like you."

The contract was made in duplicate, and after Wang Bo had signed his name on both copies.

The boss also signed his name, one copy for each.

"Mr. Daredevil, from now on, this nightclub is yours." Although he had silently complained about Wang Bo's name several times, the boss's expression remained cheerful.

Wang Bo nodded and said, "Take care, I won't see you out."

The boss shook hands with Wang Bo once more, said a few auspicious words, and then left.

After the man left, Wang Bo waved his hand, closed the door, then took out his four-dimensional pocket and stuffed all the unopened bottles of alcohol into it.

Then he also threw the intact tables, chairs, and other furniture into the four-dimensional pocket.

Basically, as long as something was good and still usable, Wang Bo packed it all into the four-dimensional pocket.

All that remained was garbage that needed to be disposed of.

One just needs to wait for the renovation workers to arrive and throw the things away.

After finishing all this, Wang Bo left the nightclub, drove to the hotel, handed the car to the valet, and went to Barbara's room.

The room Wang Bo had opened for Barbara was a duplex suite, accessible only to Barbara and the hotel staff.

But this did not stump Wang Bo.

It was just a matter of opening the door. Wang Bo placed his hand on the door, gave it a gentle push, and the room's main door swung open on its own.

This was merely a minor application of sorcery.

Unlike the door-opening spell in the world of Harry Potter, it achieves the same effect through different means.

Wang Bo entered the hotel room, closing the door behind him. Glancing around, he noticed Barbara was still sleeping on the second floor of the room, not yet awake.

It seemed that last night had worn her out quite a bit.

Wang Bo remembered that it was already past midnight when he sent her to the hotel.

But it is now two o'clock in the afternoon; the other person has slept at least ten hours and should be awake by now.

After going upstairs, Wang Bo knocked on the door. He did not barge in without understanding the situation—after all, when he had used his X-ray vision just now, he noticed that Barbara seemed to be naked.

"Who is it?"

After hearing the knock, Barbara opened her eyes drowsily and asked instinctively.

“Your boss.” Wang Bo replied.

Barbara was startled awake, her drowsiness instantly vanishing, and she quickly grabbed the blanket, shouting, "Don't come in!"

Wang Bo rolled his eyes and said, 'I'll wait for you downstairs.'

Barbara pricked up her ears, and upon hearing the sound of footsteps descending the stairs, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She glanced at the time and immediately jumped out of bed to start getting dressed.

After about seven or eight minutes, she appeared in front of Wang Bo.

Wang Bo sat in a chair on the first floor, crossing his legs and sipping his coffee with relish. When he saw Barbara come downstairs, he pointed to the coffee on the tea table and said, “This cup is yours.”

"Thank you, boss." Barbara felt a little awkward; pouring coffee should be the secretary's job, but the boss had done it instead.

But this also proved that her boss was not a difficult person to talk to.

This put Barbara's originally anxious heart at ease.

She picked up the coffee and took a sip, her eyes involuntarily lighting up. "Good, it's good. What kind of coffee is this? The flavor is so rich. Latte? No, cappuccino? No, that's not it either..."

Wang Bo was somewhat surprised. “You know a lot about coffee?”

Barbara shook her head and said, "I don't know much about coffee; I've just had some before."

Wang Bo uttered an 'oh' but did not tell her that this cup of coffee came from the world of 'Toriko'. After all, even if he said it, she wouldn't know anyway.

"How does it feel?" Wang Bo asked.