I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 67: The Fear of Overpayment

Arc 2, Chapter 67 — The Fear of Overpayment

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The late morning sun poured its golden warmth over the city.

Within a luxurious Skyline eatery, its dazzling hues streamed through the windows, several stories high.

Oh my...

Women from all ages, including the very elderly, couldn’t help blushing at the sight of a pair of men calmly having brunch.

One wore a tailored suit and looked well groomed. His eyes were like 2 lines drawn on his face, making it hard for the onlookers to truly grasp his emotions. His perpetual smile gave off an air of unsettling cheerfulness. Whether laughing or talking normally, his eyes were so small they seemed closed.

The other had dreadfully long shaggy and bushy hair with curly ends that cascaded down to his waist. If not for his refined demeanor and physique imprinted through his clean and neat casual attire, they would have thought him homeless.

Despite his face being partially obscured by his unruly shaggy hair, the faint glimpse of his smooth, they could still see how soft, smooth, and well-maintained his features were.

Who are they?...

Even though they didn’t know the 2, the women instinctively felt he was no ordinary man.

Call it a hunch? But they sensed that the man with overly bushy and shaggy hair must be the boss of the other slender one in suit.

Well, it was a fine day.

Even in casual attire, Roud wore his signature long gloves, creating a style of his own. This time, his gloves were black.

His gloved hands moved with grace, sipping his tea while listening to LaCroft’s report.

"So," Roud began, with a voice smooth and measured. "He awakened a shard from Pile 1?"

"It appears so, Head." LaCroft stated, that disturbing smile on his lips never wavering.

Head was what he called Roud—Department Head for Intelligence, Department 1.

"They called him Trash."

Roud chuckled in amusement. "Well, can you blame them?"

LaCroft’s smile broadened even more, as he slowly lowered his gaze, taking a sip of the brownish tea brought before him. "They say time is irrelevant when you are timeless... How long would it take for our little butterfly to hatch?"

Roud slowly tilted his head towards the window, at the picturesque view beyond. Then, his lips slowly stretched into an unnatural grin. "Soon."

Soon, the butterfly will hatch from its cocoon... and wouldn’t that be great.

The moment hung in the air like a blade poised to strike.

Turning his attention back to LaCroft, he slowly raised a brow with a sharpness that could cut steel.

"And the other one?" he questioned.

"It’s as we predicted." LaCroft answered simply.

"Good." Roud laughed rang out rich and unrestrained, draining his cup in one swift motion. The fluid was no doubt scalding hot. Yet it gulped it down as though it was room temperature tea.

"Let’s go..."

Time to gather Intelligence, no?

LaCroft chuckled darkly, slowly rising to his feet behind Roud.

At the same time, the Manager stepped forward in a 270 degree bend to show his respect. How did he manage to bow so low? Any lower and his back might snap.

"Thank you, SIRS!"

"Hmmm."

LaCroft flipped a strange golden coin that landed perfectly in the man’s trembling palm.

The coin looked like an ancient treasure, its surface etched with a single uniquely shaped diamond pebbles and intricate engravings that seemed to pulse with an inner light.

This coin can’t be counterfeited or made by fakes.

This was no ordinary currency, but a symbol of authority and power that transcended his little comprehension.

It’s with this Coin that the establishment will be able to get paid for whatever was eaten or taken from their eatery.

In regular times, the man would have checked the coin’s authenticity. But these 2 patrons have been coming to his eatery for the past 4 years. And of all times, they’ve never given him the wrong or fake coin.

What’s more, this coin is an elite one that only those who get stores or businesses know of.

It’s said you can mess with the police, the yakuza, and every deadly criminal in this world. But whatever you do, you must never cross people in possession of such coins.

Rumors swirled about those who carried such coins.

It’s said they are top government officials who did incredible feats in maintaining peace, even far superior to police officers and special intelligence forces.

Only those with Death Wishes would think of crossing them.

What’s more, after the coin is taken to any bank, the money for what they took is given back.

Again, don’t dare think you cheat or triple the money that was originally planned to be given back. They have protocol in place for this.

In addition, the number of diamonds on the coin’s surface displays a rough estimate of how much was spent.

For your own safety, ensure you report the truth. There have been several cases of businesses ’suddenly’ shutting down because of this and that.

However, only business owners know it’s because these greedy people wished to steal from those behind the people with coins.

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"Thank you again, SIRS!"

The manager held the coin shakingly, personally going to their table to clear what dishes Roud and LaCroft used. Sorry, but these 2, as long time patrons, don’t share dishes with others.

After cleaning the teacups, saucers and dishes, the manager personally tallied up everything, going over it again and again to ensure no mistakes were made.

"Quickly, rush to the bank and submit this order now!"

"Yes Sir!"

2 hours later, the boy the manager sent earlier, returned with the money.

"Bring here now!"

The manager counted and counted again, ensuring the bank didn’t overpay.

One would be naive to think this is the end.

In the next 2~3 days, the bank will begin their investigations on his matter, ensuring he reported the right amount owing.

Soon enough, 3 men in suits appeared following that, going through the surveillance with laser focused eyes.

It’s odd that Roud and LaCroft were clearly speaking yesterday. Yet on tape, one can’t see or hear anything from them.

How did they do it?

Bah!~... Who cares? It’s better to be oblivious than peer into an unspoken secret no one can recover from.

The manager nodded and nodded like a hen bobbing for food when seeing these men off.

—And finally... it was over.

Such was the life of everyday workers who ran into those possessing these golden coins.