Night’s Nomenclature

Chapter 956: Birthday Gift

The Berkeley Building was ablaze with lights. The magnificent building, at night, resembled a giant cruise ship shimmering with light, spanning the seventh district of Royal Capital.

The revolving restaurant on the top floor was isolated from the other floors. You couldn't take the elevator from the bottom; you could only arrive by air vehicle, landing on the helipad after receiving permission.

At this moment, on the rooftop of the Berkeley Building, socialites were accompanied by their dates for the evening.

Marquis Wendy, in his fifties, wasn't as sleazy as one might imagine. Instead, standing at 1.87 meters tall, he was gentle and refined. His hair was neatly combed back, making him look energetic. Dressed in a tuxedo, he chatted amiably with familiar socialites.

"You're going to kill him?!" Black Widow asked Qing Chen in astonishment.

When she brought back the birthday cake, she had hoped for a quiet birthday.

But a worker should have the mindset of a worker. Even if you find hope in life, even if you hope that the robot girl and the Boss will celebrate your birthday, when the Boss says you have a mission, you must put aside all plans.

It's just that the mood would be a little down.

From the moment Black Widow bought that dress, she decided to abandon her former self. So when Qing Chen asked her to act as Marquis Winston's date, she felt a little frustrated; it seemed that when she thought everything was about to change, nothing had actually changed.

However, at this moment, she suddenly realized that Qing Chen hadn't forgotten her birthday. The instant Black Widow saw Marquis Wendy, she understood: this would be her birthday gift this year.

Since her mother's suicide, she hadn't received a birthday gift, and such a special one at that. No wonder the other party insisted on choosing today for this mission.

Qing Chen smiled, "If you speak any louder, everyone will know I'm going to kill him."

Black Widow was a little flustered, not at all like the executioner from the Arbiters organization.

She lowered her voice, "There are bodyguards beside Marquis Wendy, two A-Class Gene Soldiers. I'm not saying you can't kill them, but you can't possibly kill them silently, can you? And this is Royal Capital, with Fate Weavers watching him. If you make a move, the Fate Weavers will definitely come."

The Fate Weavers were the most crucial obstacle.

Those Fate Weavers had a God's-eye view of every Marquis. Once action was taken, they would be immediately aware.

Qing Chen could kill Marquis Wendy, but what then?

Black Widow had long wanted to kill Marquis Wendy, who had violated her mother, but she knew she couldn't.

Qing Chen smiled, "That's not something you should worry about."

Black Widow asked, "Then what do I need to do?

Actually, I have an informant at this banquet tonight. I just saw her."

"No, you don't have to do anything tonight," said Qing Chen.

Black Widow suddenly whispered, "Thank you."

"No, no, no," Qing Chen shook his head, "I'm not doing this for you."

"Ah," Black Widow was stunned.

"Marquis Wendy is just a perfectly suitable target," Qing Chen said, "Most importantly, tonight I want to see some tokens of allegiance."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Chen turned to Winston, "Are you ready?"

Only then did Black Widow realize that Qing Chen wanted Winston's token of allegiance tonight!

But when did this Boss start infiltrating the Roosevelt Kingdom?

But this didn't matter. Black Widow didn't even intend to think about it further; whatever the Boss asked her to do, she would do.

And whether Qing Chen admitted it was for her or not, it didn't matter anymore. Winston took a deep breath, "Ready."

"Let's go, naturally," Qing Chen smiled.

Black Widow got out of the car and linked arms with Winston. This time, it was perfectly natural, completely different from before.

Qing Chen followed behind the two, like a true attendant.

Winston chuckled and whispered, "Madam, what should I call you?"

Black Widow adjusted her hair and said with a smile, "I'm the Boss's person. Do your own thing, don't ask what you shouldn't."

Winston: ""

At this time, Marquis Wendy actually approached them. Winston bowed humbly, "Hello."

Marquis Wendy's gaze fell on Black Widow's face, "This lady is...?"

Even though Black Widow had used a disguise, it couldn't hide her beauty. Moreover, the disguised Black Widow looked even more like her mother.

It must be said that Marquis Wendy had rather simple aesthetics; even the woman beside him bore some resemblance to Black Widow's mother.

Qing Chen was originally worried that Black Widow would be enraged at the sight of her enemy, leading to a slip-up, but Black Widow smiled calmly, "Jennifer."

"Miss Jennifer, may I have this dance later?" Marquis Wendy ignored Marquis Winston beside him and extended an invitation to Black Widow.

Black Widow smiled at Winston, "Is that alright?"

Winston, as the lowest-ranking Marquis, smiled humbly, "Since it's Marquis Wendy's invitation, of course."

The group went inside, while Qing Chen and the attendants remained outside.

To ensure the privacy of the private banquet, the entire restaurant had its blinds drawn, and attendants were left outside the door to prevent anyone from sneaking in to take photos of the decadent lives of high society.

Black Widow surveyed her surroundings, constantly pondering how Qing Chen would kill Marquis Wendy in this environment. Strangely, once Marquis Wendy died here, everyone present would be investigated, and she and Qing Chen would definitely be discovered.

But the young Boss outside didn't seem to be worried at all.

There weren't many guests at this time. Black Widow, arm in arm with Winston, watched Marquis Wendy chatting and laughing with others.

No Fate Weavers came.

Qing Chen didn't show any intention of entering.

Black Widow hesitated; how should she kill Wendy?

But at this moment, dance music filled the restaurant.

Black Widow noticed that the guests didn't dance; instead, they all stopped talking, even the waiters stopped their work.

Wendy beckoned to a waiter, "Champagne."

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However, the waiter didn't move.

Wendy frowned at the waiter, "Can't you hear me?"

The next moment, everyone slowly surrounded them.

Black Widow turned in astonishment to Winston, who seemed to have known all along.

Winston, sensing her gaze, shrugged and smiled, "Go and do it yourself. The Boss said the first strike is yours."

"The first strike?" Black Widow was even more astonished.

"Yes, everyone here, everyone has to stab him once. That's the token of allegiance," Winston said, "So you'd better not kill him with one strike, otherwise, others will have to kill others to give their token of allegiance."

Black Widow looked around. This wasn't a banquet; it was a carefully planned hunt. Everyone present was an insider; only Wendy was the prey.

No, regardless of what tonight meant to Qing Chen, for Black Widow, it was like a birthday banquet specially prepared for her.

At this moment, a waiter pushed a trolley from the inner room. On the trolley was a cake.

In silence, Marquis Wendy asked loudly, "Whose birthday is it? No one told me this was a birthday party. If I had known in advance, I would have prepared a gift." But nobody answered her. The trolley was pushed in front of Black Widow.

The waiter handed the dinner knife to Black Widow, "Cut the cake first, then the person."

Black Widow stood there, stunned. Expensive crystal glasses were placed in the restaurant, and the overhead crystal chandeliers cast a warm, brilliant light. She stood here, her difficult and frustrating life, being saved for the first time.

Marquis Wendy sensed something was wrong. He instinctively tried to leave the restaurant, but he was stopped and his mouth was covered immediately.

"The Fate Weavers?" Black Widow asked, holding the dinner knife, "If we kill him here, the Fate Weavers will surely be prepared. If we just kill him, everyone here might have to die with Wendy."

Winston smiled, "The Boss said, just kill him directly, he'll handle the rest. By the way, do you trust the Boss? I've only known him for less than a week. I don't quite trust him, but if you dare to strike the first blow, I dare to strike the second."

At this moment, Qing Chen was still outside the restaurant, not even personally coming in to control the situation.

He acted like a true attendant, chatting and joking with the other servants, quickly becoming familiar with them. As if the events here had nothing to do with him.

Black Widow took a deep breath and walked in front of Marquis Wendy.

This enemy who had violated her mother struggled incessantly, trying to call for help, but four people held him tightly.

Black Widow looked at him and said, "This is for my mother, for her kindness, forbearance, and maternal love."

Then, she accurately stabbed him between the legs and handed the dinner knife to Winston.

Marquis Wendy instantly collapsed, large beads of sweat dripping down his face, his entire body losing strength, like a punctured balloon.

Winston made a cut on his thigh, and the others followed suit, one after another, until Wendy was covered in blood, his tongue even cut off.

Tokens of allegiance in war were always presented in the most cruel way.

Ten minutes later, Marquis Wendy was near death.

Black Widow asked, "The Fate Weavers? Why aren't the Fate Weavers here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a clear, melodious female voice rang out, "The Fate Weavers are ready."

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The next moment, the Fifth Princess walked out from the kitchen, followed by Flower Vase Bolton.

The Fifth Princess could no longer appear in public; she had to stay in the Golden Coffin most of the time. No one knew when she returned to the royal city or why she dared to return here. Everyone looked at the Fifth Princess in disbelief. These Time Travelers controlled by Qing Chen on the whale bird never imagined that Qing Chen had already joined forces with the core power figure of the Roosevelt Kingdom.

After all, the Fifth Princess had an army and a part of the intelligence system!

Moreover, the Fifth Princess had always had the support of many powerful figures!

Yet, the Fifth Princess still wore a black robe, her face hidden under her hood. She smiled at Black Widow, "Your Boss is very good to you."

"Um," Black Widow was puzzled.

"This restaurant is my secret business. From the waiters to the head chef, they are all my people. Your Boss didn't manage anything; he only told me to find a suitable place to hold a birthday party for you," the Fifth Princess smiled, "Don't worry about the Fate Weavers. The Fate Weavers responsible for watching Wendy also happen to be my people. Wendy won't die; the name has just changed owners."

As she spoke, two people walked out of the kitchen: one was a Fate Weaver also wearing a black robe, and the other looked exactly like Wendy, wearing the most exquisite human skin mask.

"Of course, it's not entirely for you. I want to cooperate with your Boss, but your Boss is too cautious. Before cooperating, he demands that I invite his people and my people to exchange tokens of allegiance," the Fifth Princess said, "Go ahead. Next, you'll be responsible for liaising with me, and Winston and the others will all be at your disposal. We'll have many more opportunities to work together... I've learned about you. When you were in the Arbiters organization, your work was outstanding. If Qing Chen hadn't gotten there first, I would have wanted to recruit you."

Winston looked at Black Widow, "It seems you don't know yet, the Boss plans to let you manage us?"

"I don't know; he hasn't told me yet," Black Widow still had many questions. She didn't know when Qing Chen had acquired such power in the Roosevelt Kingdom, nor did she know what other cards Qing Chen had, but it didn't matter.

What mattered was that her life, on this day, had truly been saved.