As the senior of Bidegla, in charge of his own people, Stuart Buzer naturally thought of that place at once.

"Brother Buzer, please don't misunderstand. The situation is not as you imagine. I have come to ask you for a few skilled and clean-living individuals. Do you have any objections?"

"Are you trying to recruit underlings?" Stuart Buzer looked at Bidegla with interest and some surprise.

"Of course not. Venturing into the underworld is not the path I wish to take. I need people for our jewelry business. After the last incident, ordinary people are not willing to apply for security positions. So I thought, can I find a few people here to fill the gap."

Upon hearing Bidegla's words, Stuart Buzer smiled slightly and said, "I do have people, but they all have blood on their hands. Finding individuals with a truly clean background, as you mentioned, is something I cannot do. After all, once you enter our line of work, where would you find individuals with a clean background?"

Furrowing his brow slightly, Bidegla felt somewhat helpless. Finding security personnel was not an easy task. Perhaps he could find people in the underworld, but Bidegla had already considered what Stuart Buzer had said.

To find individuals with good skills and a clean background, it seemed that only retired soldiers fit the bill. Where could Bidegla possibly find such people?

"It doesn't matter if they have blood on their hands, as long as they obey orders. When necessary, they may even have to use their bodies to shield bullets. If they cannot meet these requirements, then don't recommend them to me," Bidegla compromised.

"In that case, let me think it over," Stuart Buzer furrowed his brow slightly and began to contemplate.

Individuals who would obey orders were not difficult to find, in fact, there were plenty. However, finding individuals who would be willing to use their bodies to shield bullets was another matter.

After about a minute, Stuart Buzer took out his phone, said 'bring them' and then hung up.

"First, take a look at these individuals. If you are not satisfied, I will find others for you," Stuart Buzer said, leading Bidegla into the top floor conference room.

About two minutes later, the door was pushed open and seven or eight people were brought in by an underling.

These individuals were all dressed in black suits, and exuded a chilling atmosphere from their bodies.

Bidegla was certain that even if they had not actually killed anyone, they had surely seen blood. They were not the type to be afraid of harming others.

"Junior brother, are these individuals to your satisfaction?" Stuart Buzer beckoned to the group of people.

These individuals were a hidden force cultivated by Stuart Buzer himself. Only a handful of people knew of their existence, and they were usually stationed in key locations within the building as security personnel.

It was only at Bidegla's request that he reluctantly brought them over. If it were someone else, he would have refused long ago.

After all, cultivating such a force required great effort.

"Boss," the individuals looked at Stuart Buzer with great respect.

"Junior brother, you may inspect them yourself," Stuart Buzer said to Bidegla, ignoring the individuals.

"In that case, I will not be polite," Bidegla stood up, gazing at the group of individuals. As Bidegla's eyes fell upon them, the gazes of the seven or eight individuals also fell on him, with a cold demeanor.

"Can you give me a smile?" Bidegla said in a relaxed tone.

However, it was clear that Bidegla's words had no effect on them at all. They were not at all swayed by Bidegla's approach.

"Are you all deaf? Give me a smile, and anyone who doesn't smile, I'll make sure they leave here lying down today," Stuart Buzer said with a stern expression as he noticed his people not smiling.

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"Haha..." Stuart Buzer's words were heeded by his men, and they all started to smile.

But as Bidegla watched their forced smiles, he felt his stomach churning. It was a smile uglier than tears. If someone didn't know better, they might think their parents had died.

Could these people really attract customers in front of a jewelry store? It would be a surprise if they didn't scare them all away.

"Are you all orphans? Give me a more sincere smile," Stuart Buzer scolded.

He had thought that the people he had raised would meet Bidegla's requirements, but their first demand had already been botched by this bunch of idiots. It was a strange turn of events for him to be pleased.

"Haha..." Upon hearing Stuart Buzer's words, the group's smiles became even more grotesque, completely forced.

"A bunch of pigs," Stuart Buzer suddenly stood up and kicked the nearest person, nearly knocking them unconscious.

"Senior Buzer, this has nothing to do with them," Bidegla hastily interjected upon seeing Stuart Buzer's sudden outburst.

While the group still looked fearful, they threw grateful glances at Bidegla. They knew very well what kind of person their boss was - quick to kill. Bidegla's words made them feel like they had narrowly escaped death.

"Don't give me a deathly serious look, or else, don't blame me for being ruthless," Stuart Buzer spat out a cold, harsh remark before turning away.

Seeing Stuart Buzer fall silent, Bidegla turned his gaze back to the group. Despite their frightening smiles, Bidegla believed that each of them had the capacity for a genuine smile. After all, isn't there a saying? "Human nature is inherently good. Even the most evil of people will have a trace of kindness in their hearts, more or less."

"What is the purpose of you being here as enforcers?" Bidegla adjusted his expression and asked the group.

"Sir, we are security guards, not enforcers," one of them replied, catching Bidegla off guard.

Who doesn't know that they are enforcers? Claiming to be security guards, what's the difference?

Feeling helpless, Bidegla didn't push the issue. "Then what is your purpose as security guards? Don't tell me you have no specific objective in this line of work?"

The group's faces showed signs of distress upon hearing Bidegla's question, and they shifted their gaze to Stuart Buzer. They were Stuart Buzer's men, and now that Bidegla was asking about their purpose for being there, if they said something wrong, their boss would surely kill them.

"Hmph, say whatever you want, I won't hold it against you," Stuart Buzer said without even looking back, seemingly sensing their gaze.

"Yes," upon hearing Stuart Buzer's words, the group opened up and began expressing their motives for being there as security guards.

In this age of materialism and desire for wealth, every job is simply to make money. Their motives were simple - to earn money.

Money may not be everything, but without it, one is nothing. With money, one can do as they please, but without it, one might end up starving on the streets. That's just reality.

"Very well, since you are all here to make money, it's simple." Upon hearing their responses, Bidegla smiled slightly and said, "If I give you a choice, one is to continue working as security guards here, and the other is to work as security guards at our jewelry store, where I will pay you more." Bidegla's eyes flashed as he looked at these perplexed individuals.

"No need to worry, my senior brother has already agreed to hand you over to me. From now on, you are my people, and have no connection with him. Follow me and leave, I can offer you a security job that is just as good, but much safer."

"Compensation is not an issue, I am willing to offer you twice as much as what Senior Buzer can provide. You can think about it and give me an answer in a minute."

Bidegla's words were very clear, and he believed that as long as these people were not foolish, they would definitely understand what to do. One option was to be a security guard who risked his life, while the other was simply to maintain public order, with double the compensation. Bidegla believed they would give him a satisfactory answer.

The group began to discuss in hushed tones, and within half a minute, all of them were willing to go with Bidegla.

The life of living by the sword is indeed exciting, but if it were not for the pressure of life, no one would want to live it. For now, Bidegla undoubtedly led them out of their misery.

"Very good." Bidegla nodded, showing a hint of a smile, and said, "You have made a choice that a normal person should make. Now, can you all give me a smile?"

"Haha..." Upon hearing Bidegla's words, the group really did smile, but this time, their smiles were much better than before, at least looking more sincere.

"You should smile sincerely, have you not heard the saying that the customer is God? You are now the security guards of the jewelry store. If you scare away the customers, don't blame me for firing you. You should know that it is related to your income." Bidegla's face carried a hint of playfulness.

These people were not entirely evil, but having stayed here for years, they had developed a cold and aloof demeanor, which was a bit troublesome.

"We understand." The group spoke up, once again showing smiles. This time, their smiles seemed more natural, which pleased Bidegla greatly.

"Alright, you can go down now, I will arrange for you later." Bidegla dismissed them.

"Senior Buzer, aren't you going to miss them?" After everyone had left, Bidegla sat down next to Stuart Buzer and asked with a smile.

"Haha, they are just skilled individuals, they have been with me for several years. Now they can go with you, it's their good fortune. I hope you will treat them well in the future," Stuart Buzer said, with a touch of emotion.

"Naturally, I will not mistreat my own people," Bidegla grinned, the words sounding quite ambiguous...

"Alright, since you're here, I have something to give you," Stuart Buzer stood up, patting Bidegla's shoulder and said.

"I can't accept this," Bidegla rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining.