Chapter 324: Friendly Gesture



Reign didn't panic. He had heard the footsteps long before and chose not to move, wanting to appear normal.

"I'm looking for the janitor," he responded casually while turning to face the person who had spoken.

To his luck, the person who called out was exactly who Reign was looking for, a middle age man pushing a cart filled with cleaning supplies.

The janitor raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical.

"Why are you looking for me?" he asked, his voice gruff but not unfriendly.

Reign smiled, trying to appear as genuine as possible. "I spilled some coffee in one of the rooms. Didn't want to leave a mess for someone else to clean up. Thought I'd take care of it myself."

The janitor looked him up and down, considering his words.

"Most people wouldn't bother," he said, a hint of suspicion still in his eyes.

"Well, I guess I'm not most people," Reign replied with a chuckle. "I just need some cleaning materials. Won't take long, I promise."

The janitor hesitated, then nodded. "Alright, come on then. I'll let you in to grab what you need. But make it quick."

"Thank you," Reign said, following the janitor as he pushed the cart towards a nearby supply room.

Inside, the janitor handed him a mop and a bucket. "Here you go. Just return them when you're done."

"Will do," Reign assured him, taking the supplies.

As the janitor turned to leave, Reign acted quickly.

He snapped the mop handle using his finger, creating a sharp, jagged edge. Then he brutally drove the broken end into the janitor's throat.

"BUAAHHH"

The poor man's eyes widened in shock, but before he could figure out what was happening, his life ended just like that, and the corpse was quickly absorbed by Reign.

The only proof of the man's existence was his clothing, now scattered on the ground.

"Don't worry, you were going to die anyway. I just killed you in advance," Reign muttered, his voice cold and detached.

He then picked the janitor's uniform and tried to put it on.

The outfit consisted of a plain, dark blue shirt and matching pants, made from strong, stain-resistant fabric.

A small name tag on the chest pocket read "Ryan," and there were several pockets for holding tools.

Pants were a bit loose for easy movement and had a belt with a set of keys attached.

He quickly put on the uniform, adjusting it so it fit him well, and tucked the shirt into the pants.

Next, he pulled the cap down low to cover his face.

He moved quickly, scanning the room for anything that might contain the serum.

His eyes darted around, searching for clues or hidden compartments. He checked the desk, drawers, and even the small cabinet, but found nothing of immediate interest.

"Where the heck is it?" Reign said aloud, his voice showing frustration.

He looked around the room again, feeling annoyed that he might have overlooked something.

Finding the serum was the reason for all the effort and detours he had taken. Each moment he wasted only made him more impatient.

'What's that? '

A hidden locked drawer in a filing cabinet caught his attention.

He moved quickly to the drawer and soon managed to unlock it.

Inside, he found some folders and a small metal box made from a rare material. It was lightweight, but when he tried to scratch it, it wouldn't mark.

'It's the same material used in the train tracks,' he muttered to himself.

It wasn't indestructible, but it was much more durable than normal steel and could withstand the miasma's rusting effect.

Reign hoped it was the one he was looking for as he carefully opened the box.

CLICK!

He found a set of vials, each filled with black liquid.

Examining them closely, he noticed the distinctive labeling, which suggested these were likely the serum he was looking for.

'This should be it,' he chuckled inwardly, feeling a sense of relief.

Finally, the serum that had caused so many headaches was in his hands.

'I hope this is worth it,' he added, hoping the effort had been worth the result.

He also checked the folder and saw it contained files about the serum, so he decided to take it with him as well.

But just as he was about to celebrate the completion of his mission, he felt the floor vibrating.

'Damn it,' he cursed inwardly as he activated his undead eye.

Through its view, he saw dozens of people surrounding the office.

BAM!

The office door burst open, and armed personnel stormed in, their guns pointed at him.

Red dots from their laser sights covered him instantly.

"Mr. Janitor, something came up?," the woman with curly hair said sarcastically while standing behind the armed guards.