Chapter 289 - Take the Residue and Refuse the Essence (1/2)
In the party, the many women of various skin colors watched William drive away quickly. They had already heard snatches of conversation from the bedroom, and all of them exchanged compliments about him.
“See, Mr. William is like a dog who catches mice — nosing into other people’s business. What a hero!”
“You’re wrong, Philly. This is called having a chivalrous heart and righteous soul.”
“You’re wrong too, Ker. In Chinese, it should be called being eager to help others in the name of chivalry.”
The many beauties, watching his confident, elegant figure retreating, became fixated.
William drove himself, and just as he drove onto the flyover surrounding the city, he spotted a figure riding a sword from his bulletproof glass window. With a zooming sound, it flew from the direction of Vigilante A’s farm villa, heading towards the east.
With his abilities, he could see clearly who that was. He immediately slowed down and turned back after that.
“That’s truly a man eager to help others in the name of chivalry,” William praised. He started whistling as he called his home with his car-phone. “I’ll be back soon, sweethearts, the party goes on.”
William, not ten minutes after leaving, returned to his warm bungalow.
At that moment, in the city of San Francisco, the Western coast of the United States.
His uncle, David Robert, was however shivering in the cold bitter sea breeze with several companions.
Although it was summer, the bitter sea wind, as well as the cold tide from the west, had reduced the temperature to near zero. The unprepared grassroots investigators of the SBI had low abilities, and had to stand the cold wind as they maintained the defensive front.
“Damn, Jim, your Crystal Divining Ability said that William would come and successfully summon the angels. With that, he would concentrate the minds of the Americans and reverse the situation right away. Didn’t he?” David looked fixedly towards the sea as he spoke to a middle-aged black man.
Black Guy Jim revealed a set of white teeth as he smiled companionably. “That’s what the crystal said.”
Robert smiled bitterly. “I think your Crystal’s tricking you. William won’t come. That fellow would definitely stay home for his party.”
Black Guy Jim, said, “No. The scene shown by the crystal did consider another factor, which is your death.”
Robert stared at him, then said with a sure look, “Then your crystal must’ve made a mistake.”
As the two spoke, they suddenly stopped and watched as movement suddenly occurred on the beach.
Masses and masses of blood-red kelp floated to the surface of the water, covering every surface as they crowded onto the beach. It was a hair-raising thing to watch.
They started rushing toward the deserted port.
“With so many Giant Kelp Sprites, the navy may send out bombers.” muttered Robert.
Black Guy Jim shook his head. “Not definitely.”
Within several minutes, they saw the Eastern Pathos descend from the sky. His body radiated light… No, he was brimming with sword energy. He slew all the red kelp sprites, then left lightly as though he had done something insignificant.
Robert stared at it, then said thoughtfully, “Now I know why William wasn’t willing to come. He’s definitely a smart businessman who knows that cooperation can lead to high effectiveness. Maybe I’m the one that’s wrong.”
Just as he was thinking, his companion Jim suddenly rotated his hand and stabbed his chest with a knife.
Robert looked disbelieving, holding his hand against his chest. “Jim, why’d you want to kill me? We have been working together for more than 10 years!”
Jim shook his head. “I’m sorry. I want the large wheel that symbolizes the future to return to its path. You should’ve died earlier, but for some reason you didn’t the last two times. This place is the final place you’ll die which I’ve seen from the future.”
“F**k your future large wheel.” Robert grumbled. Holding his chest, he stumbled away.
For some reason, his other SBI colleagues only watched on coldly. No one helped him, and no one stopped him either.
Robert fled the coast defended by the SBI. He felt that he’d fallen into a big whirlpool.
Was it that his private plea to the Alliance of Justice and Order to help investigate the senior American officials had been leaked?
Those old officials had bribed the SBI officers. Was it them that ordered Jim to assassinate him?
Or did Jim know more, and when he had killed him the future would move onto the right path?
If so, then there was only one reason. Could his death, like the plot in the Batman movies, stimulate William into changing?
At this, Robert, leaning against a fence by the road, paused his efforts to call an ambulance.
That stab was not fatal. Maybe it was the many years of friendship that had stayed his hand in the end. But if he did not get an ambulance in time, he might bleed to death.
He shuffled along slowly, arriving at a quiet deserted place where he could be easily found. He made an overseas call.
“William, I’m going to die…”
After it was through, he uttered this sentence straight away. He then hung up.
That was because he was lifted up, and his phone had fallen.
In his ear, a slightly familiar voice said this.
“My friend, you look like you need treatment.”
More than ten minutes later, having become faint due to loss of too much blood, Robert sensed that he had come to a brightly-illuminated villa.