Chapter 5

Upon hearing this, Manager Mike immediately broke into laughter! He walked off the booth and waved at Sarah on the platform. Seeing that Sarah was looking at him, he opened his mouth and mouthed another "one more". Sarah made an "OK" gesture. She took a long sigh. This body hadn't exercised for a long time, and her physical strength was greatly reduced compared to her previous life. It seems she needs more practice in the future. After putting down the bass, she looked around the stage and finally chose to sit in front of the drum set. She picked up the drumstick, spun it in the air, closed her eyes, and precisely caught the falling drumstick. With a "boom!" that reverberated through the skies, Sarah's performance started again. Everyone thought it would be the same fiery music as before, but to their surprise, after the first shock, Sarah suddenly looked down. The background music started to slow down, and Sarah lifted her hand, striking the drum along with the rhythm of the music. Slowly, she began to sing, "I am a nameless wander on this road, I have no news, no one to comment……" As soon as the lyrics came out, everyone couldn't help but immerse themselves in it. "Cheers to you, the nameless one." "Cheers to your silence, and every roar…” As her voice delved into the depths of emotion, the steady thump of the drumstick added an extra layer of magic, enhancing the already potent lyrics. Entranced, the audience began to shut their eyes, fully immersing themselves in the moment, until a brief pause in the singing jolted them back to reality, eliciting a delayed but enthusiastic response from the captivated listeners. Sarah finished singing. Yet, the entire bar was set ablaze with passion! The moment her soulful melody reached Mr. Jonathan's ears, where he sat nestled in a booth, a surge of elation coursed through him. So moved was he by the performance that he nearly sprang up from his seat, his body instinctively responding to the raw power and emotion conveyed through her voice. He patted Manager Mike on the shoulder and with a flourish of his hand, he nodded. Grasping his intent in a flash, Manager Mike yelled out to the crowd, “All the bills tonight are on Mr. Jonathan! Everyone enjoy your drink, have a great time!” After saying that, Manager Mike's gaze toward Sarah was nothing short of looking at a savior. This little girl was a true treasure - scoring half a month's revenue in her very first show! Everyone knew that having Mr. Jonathan covering the bill was a rare privilege previously granted only to Brian! As soon as someone took the bill, the cheering and applause threatened to blow up the whole bar. This might well be the most uproarious night since Black Mist bar opened. As the commotion lured more guests in, the bar quickly filled up. For the safety of the customers, Manager Mike had Sarah step down and informed the audience that she would return to perform the next day. "Is she really coming back tomorrow? If she is, we will all be here!" Somebody asked. With a hand on his chest, Manager Mike confirmed, “She definitely will. I give you my word!” "That's great, we will definitely come to see you, Scarf Lady!" Off the stage, Sarah went upstairs with Manager Mike. "Young lady, as you can see, the effect today was quite good, so I plan on hiring you. What... should I call you?" Sarah thought for a moment, her lively eyes blinked, "Call me Little Peach." "Peach... Little Peach!" The manager Mike, chuckled twice, "Then I'll call you that." He took out £500 and placed it in Sarah's hand, saying: "This is your remuneration for today. Hereafter, as long as you sing, the tips from the rewards all go to you. As for customers buying drinks for you...I'll give you a two-percent commission!" Sarah didn't know what the overall treatment for a resident bar singer was like, but the remuneration that manager Mike was providing was quite good. She quickly nodded her head: "Okay. See you tomorrow." Having said that, she removed the silk scarf from her head and wrapped it around her wrist, then walked toward the exit. "Hey, wait a minute!" As if suddenly remembering something, Manager Mike hastily chased after her. "You haven't given me your phone number yet!" "Phone number?" Sarah tugged the corner of her mouth, "I don't have a SIM card!" Manager Mike was speechless, increasingly believing that the girl in front of him might indeed have run out of a mental hospital. "Wait for me!" Two minutes later, he came out, still holding an ID and a SIM card in his hand. Sarah took them and smiled, "Thank you." These two things were very important for her current situation. After bidding farewell to Manager Mike, Sarah began strolling around the second floor. Compared to the first floor, the decoration of the second floor is more stylish and quieter. It's clearly designed for VIP guests. The order of the boxes on the top is arranged in alphabetical order, and Sarah quickly noticed the largest and most conspicuous "A" box. This will be the location of her operation in a few days. After she had thoroughly studied the layout of the second floor and memorized it, Sarah then joyfully descended the stairs. She had money from Manager Mike in her hands and decided to take a taxi back to the hospital. The person who had brought her to the hospital was simply a saint of our times. Not only did he bring her here, but he also left some money for her in the hospital so she could recuperate with peace of mind. The environment of the VIP ward where she stayed was nice, and since she didn't have to pay for it, Sarah decided to stay in the hospital for the time being. After a delightful sleep, she woke up the next day, went out again, first went to the clothing market to buy a few clothes, and changed out of her hospital gown. Next, she visited the unregulated black markets on the outskirts of the city to purchase some gear. After nearly finishing her preparations, she started to head back. On the way back, she passed by a small stall and amazingly found chemical reagents! Sarah took a few glances at the stall's owner. The owner seemed somewhat aged, probably in his forties or fifties, with stubbled beard and unfocused eyes. Apparently, the origins of these chemical reagents were not exactly legitimate. He must have stolen it from somewhere. This would be easy to deal with. Sarah walked up, portraying a look of innocent cluelessness. She picked up a bottle and asked, "Sir, why are you filling this up with water?" She appeared young and tender, with no sign of cunning discernible. The stall owner, busy with sunbathing with his eyes shut, opened one eye upon hearing her question and answered casually, "It's for experiments. You should have chemistry lessons at school, right? You can buy it and try at home. They were all discarded by the school, I can sell them to you for a low price if you want." Sarah opened the cap and took a few sniffs. Once she clarified what everything was, she turned her eyes and returned the bottle to its place. Disdaining, "£9." "What, £9?" The stall owner widened his eyes in shock, "Young lady, that's not how you haggle. This stuff isn't ordinary water!" "I know that." Sarah spoke innocently, "My family is building a house currently, and there are a lot of weeds in the land. My parents asked me to buy some weed killer, but I couldn't find it anywhere in the entire market…" "You're using this as a weed killer?" The stall owner immediately waved his hand: "Alright, alright,£9 it is then. Take it." Sarah: "Thank you, sir. You're a great person!" After handing over the money, Sarah packed those bottles in a plastic bag and left the market. She looked around, finally targeting a rooftop without any surveillance. Upon reaching the rooftop, she put down the stuff she had just brought, and started to assemble the small components she had bought. Soon, those small items were slowly assembled by her into a mobile phone, along with a pinhole camera! Although in her previous life as an invisible arms queen, she could have anything she wanted just by lifting her fingers, the feeling of manually assembling things still gave a satisfying feeling. After finishing the assembly, Sarah looked at the various bottles and jars. These were all very dangerous chemical agents. Although some had expired, they could be combined to make a simple version of explosives, albeit with some difficulty. But looking at the time, it was almost time to go and sing at the Black Mist Bar. She inserted the SIM card that Manager Mike gave her into the phone she just assembled. As soon as she turned on the phone, a call came in. As soon as she answered the call, Manager Mike's frantic voice came from the speaker. "Peach! You finally turned on your phone! No response to my text messages, no answered calls, a few more minutes of this, you are going to worry me to death!” "It is almost four o'clock Are you on your way to the bar?" Manager Mike was deeply afraid that Sarah might not show up today. Her performance last night was stellar, attracting many customers today, all of whom came for Sarah. Sarah could hear the urgency in his voice and got up off the floor. She calmly lied, "I'm on my way. I'll be there soon." As she was going down several floors, Sarah bumped into a man going upstairs. He seemed young, but he had a mischievous air about him and didn't seem very honest. Sarah looked into his eyes hidden beneath his hair, feeling as if she had seen him somewhere before. As she was thinking and walking dully down the stairs, a flash of realization struck her when she walked past the man— Wait, wasn't this the beggar boy who gave her money that day? She looked back abruptly, seeing that the man had recognized her as well. A raging fury ignited in his eyes, his fists tightly clenched. "Fuck, it's you!" He immediately lunged toward Sarah, "The last time you dared to rob my money, I specifically told you not to cross my path again, just you wait!"