Chapitre 215: Red Apple

Splash!

By a hallway of windowless doors, a young man dipped his floor scrubbing brush in a bucket of soapy water and then started cleaning the dirt and sand off the floor.

Back and forth—the floor scrubbing brush moved in rhythmic motions, erasing any trace of dirt or grime from the floorboards.

After it turned dirty, he dipped the brush in the bucket of water, cleaning it off before continuing.

"Hey, Donald!"

Donald stopped for a moment, and without turning his head around, he continued scrubbing the floors clean.

"What is it, Niko?" He asked and then came across a spot of grime on the floor that refused to come off.

Gritting his teeth, he scrubbed harder, but it still refused to come off.

Eventually, he took out a sponge, crouched by the spot of grime, and started scrubbing it with hands until it finally faded away.

"You're still on cleaning duty?" Niko asked with a frown.