Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

227 What Was That Bastard Up To?

... Motherf**ker!

~Chang! Chang! Chang!~

Wei kwo smashed his phone onto its receiver generally, trying to release his pent-up tension and rage.

Why did he have to give out so much of his money all at once?

Not only was he blaming Dorian, but he was also blaming his incompetent guards.

What was the point of stealing them from his brother-in-law if they were all so useless?

Wei Kwo felt that he had wanted money for nothing.

He increased their salary, trying to get them to work under him and treat him with reverence.

But in the end, what did he get?

Betrayal and Incompetence!

They not only failed to kill the Tian boy, but they also refused to obey any of his commands since that last incident.

They had suddenly gone on some non-existent strike, only working the simple and bare minimum jobs like escorting him about and whatnot.

If he sent them to an abandoned factory to shoot some people's legs, they wouldn't do it.

They would just shrug their shoulders and act like he was invisible.

In the end, no matter how Wei Kwo saw it, they didn't take him as their boss.

So why didn't he stop paying their salaries?

Simple.

It was all because they knew too much.

They were not only involved with the Tian couple's misfortune but also did a few back jobs for him too.

At the moment, he didn't have enough money to get rid of them all.

Look! Just Dorian's matter was this costly.

Then imagine how much he would have to pay to take care of the Tian couple permanently?

He needed to do these 2 first before dealing with this useless bunch of ingrates.

Money.

He had to gather more money not only to hire but train his very own special unit of guards before he could get rid of these.

Think about it.

If he got rid of them now, who would protect or escort him around?

Wouldn't people laugh at him for not even having a security team to open doors for himself, drive him about and show off his wealth?

One thing at a time.

Deal with Dorian first before dealing with the other loads of pending issues he had to take care of.

Firming his thoughts, Wei Kwo calmly rose to his feet, intending to turn in for the day.

The sun had long set, dinner had long been eaten, and almost every place was quiet, with many already snuggled up in their beds.

Indeed.

It was time to turn in.

However, while walking across his massive office, his gaze suddenly stopped at another building within his estate.

'Is he even within the estate?... I haven't seen the son of a b**ch for a week now... What is that bastard, Botan, up to?'

Wei Kwo cursed for a bit, finally exiting his office to rest.

But unbeknownst to him, his already turbulent estate was even more chaotic than before!

In the massive staff building, many had already paid on their beds, either going to sleep, reading a few books, browsing in their phones, or using their companies to work on heaven knows up.

It was already 11 P.M.

Almost no one was strolling about the many winding hallways.

Most of those with early shifts had long fallen asleep, while those with late shifts all enjoyed a few hours of bed entertainment before finally hitting the sheets.

And laying on one of the beds, a certain 35-year-old gardener was busily enjoying his movie, laughing and annoying everyone in the room.

"Can't you turn your volume down a notch? Don't you know what time it is? Can't you see that some of us are trying to get some rest?"

Many who had just been swept away by the sandman were very annoyed by the high-pitched laughter that woke them up.

Do you know how difficult it is to sleep after getting several disturbances?

If mind power were a thing, they would've long held their heads with their fingers, glaring at the 35-year-old man and zapping him with their eyes.

F***!

Some placed pillows over their heads, seeing that the culprit wasn't going to listen.

Rather than sympathizing with them, he aggressively bared his fangs with contempt instead.

"You want me to keep quiet? Why should I? Tell me? Have I done something wrong? This is my bed, no? This is my table, no? Tsk!... I'm making noise in my personal space! So what does it have to do with ant of you?"

"You're too much!" Someone exclaimed, pushing their blanket to the side with saggy eyes that screamed: I will kill for sleep.

Instantly, the entire place became heated, with many voicing their complaints at the culprit who disturbed their rest.

However, the bastard was still laughing in disdain at them.

"Hahahhaha~~..._Yes! Yes; Fight! This is what I want! The less you all sleep, the happier I'll be! Serves you all right for going against me this week!"

He asked for more meat in his good, but what did the book tell him? That everyone had a limit per dish.

Impossible!

Are you saying that they, the kitchen staff, didn't steal food? He, as a gardener, didn't believe it!

This was already going on. So why not just give him some more?

Okay. Leaving the kitchen matters aside, he had seen a few of his colleagues wash clothes together.

So all he did was request for them to handle a few of his items.

At first, they agreed. But after doing his laundry for 3 months, out of nowhere, they decided to quit.

Why?

Why were they being so difficult? Can't it just laundry? It wasn't like they were handwashing it or anything. So why was it hard for them to do that much?

One by one, he had gotten into personal brawls with everyone here.

However, he didn't think it was wrong.

It should be them who were so wicked and heartless!

That's why he decided that starting today, whenever he has a late shift, he'll play his movie to the loudest, laughing and causing a commotion.

So you are angry?

Then come and bite him!

"You're too much!"

"Your retribution is coming!"

He sneered after listening to everyone's words.

In the end, what could they do to him?

Like so, he continued watching his movie until 1 A.M!

Many had found ways to force themselves to sleep.