376 Mr. Harras (2/2)
He pushed up his crotch, held up the lantern, and left the basement.
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The man in the cap met two men in the grand hall that shimmered gold.
One of them was about 1.65 meters tall, and he was a little plump. He didn't have any special features, but his eyes always had a frightening look. The other was slightly taller than 1.70 meters, and he looked a bit old. He had some wrinkles and a high nose bridge. His brown eyes were filled with spirit, and he didn't seem to have a look of deterrence.
”Mr. Capim,” the man in the cap greeted the plump middle-aged man, then he said to another person, ”Mr. Parker…”
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In the early light of dawn, the man in the cap met the cold middle-aged gentleman called Mr. Harras at the entrance to the basement.
Harras, wearing a white hood, glanced at him, who was standing respectfully by the side. He indifferently stretched out his right palm towards the entrance of the basement and solemnly said, ”Confinement!”
Silently, there was a subtle difference in the surroundings.
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There are a total of four Beyonders. At least four of them… The strongest should be that Mr. Harras, a Sequence 6 at the very least, or maybe even Sequence 5… I wonder what pathway it is. It does seem similar to the Dark Emperor pathway… Relying on order and issuing commands? Judging from the scenes just now, the restrictions pertain only to the basement, not the entire villa. That's right. With so many people coming and going during the day, it would be too troublesome to enter and exit once the restrictions are in place… I wonder if it's the same at night. Klein analyzed the information he had just received and asked again, ”What's the overall layout of the villa?”
He quickly received feedback and saw a magnificent hall, a wide dining room, connected corridors, washrooms, and scenes of the basement.
Through them, Klein pieced together in his mind the rough layout of Capim's villa.
Feeling the drain on his spirituality, he asked a final question, ”Who are the important figures whom Capim is closely related to?”
The scene in front of his eyes was the magnificent hall from before. Half-naked girls were prostrating themselves while serving the guests drinks, letting them abuse them or fool around with them; otherwise, they were being dragged directly to a secluded spot to be ravaged.
They were young, and their faces were bitter and numb. Any slight delay or lack of enthusiasm would result in them being whipped by Capim's attendants or maidservants.
None of these servants showed a shred of sympathy despite seeing such evil scenes. They fought to be the first to showcase themselves in a bid to obtain rewards.
Klein saw Capim among the guests, the cold Mr. Harras, and a Member of Parliament from the House of Commons who often appeared in the newspapers, Vardera, a fat man who was addressed as Deputy Chief…
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Is that one of the Deputy Chiefs of the Backlund Police Department? That's one of the higher-ups of the police department… To think that not a single one of those servants are good… That's understandable. The villa's hired personnel must've been screened before and would have to be sufficiently trustworthy… Klein rubbed his forehead, halting the secret deed ritual. The man in the cap was only an inconsequential leader, and that was all he could know or participate in.
Even at this moment, the mysterious restriction on him was still unperturbed.
Klein ended the ritual and allowed him to vanish from above the gray fog as he returned to the real world.
He sat by the bed and looked at the man in the cap who was unconscious. According to the information he had just gathered, he analyzed the feasibility of a performance and considered one plan after another.
In the end, Klein came up with a definite idea. He whispered to himself, Perhaps, I don't need a helper…
A helper would drag me down instead, making it inconvenient for me to escape in times of danger.
Picking the right time is very important.
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Nearly fifty minutes later, the man in the blackish-gray cap appeared in East Borough as he headed straight for the streets controlled by the Zmanger gang.
As soon as he saw a few dark-skinned, lean people with ferocious looks, he immediately went close. Pretending to not watch where he was going, he bumped into one of them.
”Damn it! You bunch of trash!” the man in the cap cursed loudly and punched at one of them.
Highlanders, who loved to fight, didn't back down and entered a brawl with him.
In the process, the man in the cap pulled out his dagger, and the other highlanders also drew their weapons.
Slash!
During the battle, a dagger stabbed into the capped man's neck as he failed to dodge in time. It went right into his arteries.
The man in the cap fell as red blood pooled around his head.
He quickly lost his life, and the illusory, transparent figure within his body immediately vanished.
Klein returned above the gray fog, and using it as a springboard, he re-entered his body. He then opened his eyes in the cheap hotel in Cherwood Borough.
He cleaned up the rest of the evidence and went to the front desk to check out of the room.
On his way back to Minsk Street, Klein once again went above the gray fog.
He wanted to divine a simple but crucial piece of information!
He picked up a fountain pen and wrote down a line of text: ”Capim's dinner time today.”