The "Shiliuye" Tran called out was, of course, a head maid from a thousand years ago... Famous for nearly a millennium, the memory still vivid...

"Hahaha... Young man, you're really amusing! By the way, I still don't know your name," Shiniang said, laughing heartily.

"Ahaha, I'm Tran."

"Mm, follow Lanyu to get familiar with the place. I take in folks like you here. No need to be stiff—just work hard. Do well, and you'll earn enough in two months." Shiniang turned away gracefully.

Tran was still confused. Why did Shiniang hire him so easily? Such great terms—countless people must crave this... But he couldn't be bothered.

Then Tran recalled Lanyu. He looked at the beautiful maid—and she met his gaze at the same moment.

"Hello, I'm the head maid here. I'm Lanyu." Though expressionless, Lanyu nodded politely. Tran returned the greeting.

"Come, I'll show you the bar and explain your duties." Lanyu led Tran to the first-floor reception desk.

"This is reception. When guests order, deliver it here immediately. We'll prepare drinks and food—you take them back."

"The first floor is for wealthy commoners. The second floor is for VIPs. You can't serve there yet. But do well, and tips could be ten times your monthly salary."

Tran perked up. So that's why Shiniang said he'd earn five grand in months—the real money wasn't her salary... Good. Compromising his pride was worth it to escape Sin City fast. He'd just use his looks a little.

Lanyu showed him the kitchen, backstage, and introduced staff. An hour later, Tran knew the ropes.

"Senior Lanyu, why do you work here?" Tran was curious why such a beauty chose this place.

Lanyu paused. A trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

"Little Tran, don't pry into girls' affairs..." A blonde short-haired maid appeared beside them. "Remember me, Tran~?"

Tran recognized her. All maids here were stunning—even the handsome butlers, whom he ignored.

"Oh, Senior Alice, hello." Tran replied politely.

"Hahaha, no need to be formal~ We'll work together now—call me Sister Alice." Alice smiled warmly. "Time to start. Shiniang sent me to remind you to change. Head Butler Uncle Ailangke will train you soon. And never ask about anyone's past here... Everyone has a story." Even her lovely face couldn't hide the melancholy in her eyes.

"Okay, Sister Alice. I'll go change. Goodbye, Senior Lanyu." Tran bowed and ran to the changing room.

"What is this place? Doesn't matter—I'll work hard." Inside, his clothes were ready. But opening the bag, he froze...

"Th-this... isn't this a maid uniform!?" Tran trembled. He remembered Lanyu wearing this exact blue style.

"What are you gawking at? It's 8 PM—we're open!" A deep voice boomed behind him. Tran turned. A burly man in a tailcoat butler uniform stood there—Head Butler Ailangke, whom he'd seen earlier.

"But, Head Butler, these clothes are wrong!"

"Oh, your uniform isn't ready. Your size is too small—the shortest staff here is 1.8 meters."

Tran seethed. So what if he was 1.75 meters? Who did he offend!

"Hurry up and wear it. Angering Shiniang has serious consequences."

Under pressure, Tran reluctantly put on the dress. Honestly, his stunning face gave it a noble, aloof charm—if you ignored his crimson blush...

"Oh right, this voice changer is gum-type. Just chew it." Ailangke tossed him a piece of gum...

...

This bar was called Redemption Bar—a name clashing with Sin City's, yet business thrived. As a border city, Sin City held not just criminals but countless wealthy elites. For a bar with only thirty staff, it was a real challenge.

Ailangke dragged Tran around, demonstrating tasks. To survive, Tran gritted his teeth and learned, enduring strange stares.

Tran drew all eyes instantly. The dozen maids were beautiful, but regulars were used to them. Today, Tran was a breath of fresh air.

As a real man, Tran squirmed. Beautiful women staring? He could endure—maybe earn tips. But burly men leering? Too intense...

Thankfully, the bar's reputation and Ailangke's presence kept anyone from hitting on him.

Gradually, Tran mastered the workflow. His Superpower-enhanced body never tired. He darted through crowds. Satisfied, Ailangke left him to work alone.

Then—a commotion. A blonde man gripped Alice's hand, refusing to let go. She looked unwilling, pleading for release.

Tran snapped. His colleague! His senior! A beauty! Unforgivable!

Without a word, he rushed over and kicked the man. Nearby maids and butlers stared, stunned...

Tran struck a calm, cool pose and helped Alice up.

"Sister Alice, are you okay?" he asked with a smile.

"Uh... mm-hmm." Alice was still dazed from his kick.

"Ahhh! Who did that?!" An angry roar erupted...

From the shadows, Shiniang shook her head. "This kid... always causing trouble. Even I wouldn't dare hit that guy..."