Kieran opened his eyes and turned around to look at Eckart, whose face was filled with shock.
Kieran gave Eckart a glance and the latter knew what was going on, so he started to ask about the details.
"The police and security didn't see the thief?
The Curseman Vase disappeared into thin air?
The surveillance cameras were taken away for evidence, so it stopped working? "
…
After a series of questions, Kieran couldn't help but frown.
Coincidence!
It was too much of a coincidence!
He had just solved the theft of the Curseman Vase and caught the thief gang in Edwood Mansion, plus the vermin, Pol Nelson.
In the end, a few hours after he left, the Curseman Vase was lost.
Although it wasn't his fault, Kieran clearly felt the provocation.
After hanging up, Eckart looked at Kieran.
The provocation that Kieran felt, Eckart felt it too.
Eckart thought of many more things.
For example, those opponents that he seemed to have softened.
He believed if they had the chance, those bastards would bite back without a second thought.
Just like himself.
As a matter of fact, both of them were mortal enemies.
It was just that before they could truly kill each other, both of them tried their best to control themselves.
"This doesn't feel right.
Go back to the villa first, I'll think about whether I can intervene after some investigation. "
Eckart cherished Kieran's reputation a lot.
If it was possible, he would never allow anyone to taint Shaman 2567's reputation.
"I don't think it's targeted at you.
They might be your enemies, but as long as their brains aren't damaged, they won't get involved in this kind of thing. "
Kieran shook his head.
"But no one can guarantee that they aren't crazy."
Eckart leaned forward, placed his elbows on his knees, and supported his chin with his palms. He was thinking about which of his enemies would be this crazy.
Kieran didn't argue, neither did he interrupt Eckart.
What Kieran said wasn't impossible.
Unfortunately, Eckart thought for a full five minutes and still came up with nothing.
"What do we do now?"
"Do you want to take a look at the Rain City Museum?"
Eckart sought Kieran's opinion after he came up empty-handed.
"Trust me, no one can get close to the Rain City Museum right now."
"The missing of the Curseman Vase infuriated the entire police force," Kieran said.
"Whoever goes now will run into the muzzle of the gun."
"So, we …"
Kieran paused and smiled at Eckart. Eckart then said, "Gorbor, let's go home. We need a good rest."
"Yes, Boss."
Gorbor replied calmly as he drove the car.
After a good night's sleep, Kieran appeared at the dining table on time.
Hot milk, bacon, fried eggs, and a large steak.
The chef had prepared a special breakfast according to Kieran's instructions.
The morning news on TV had started to report the incident of the Curseman Vase being stolen from Rain City Museum last night, and Kieran's performance was highlighted in the news.
Then, the camera turned.
Lin An appeared in front of the camera.
The middle-aged officer might have tidied himself up, but his red eyes and hoarse voice were enough to prove that he hadn't slept for the whole night.
The interviewers weren't considerate at all.
Every single one of them tried their best to make things difficult for the officer, especially the female reporter who was asking questions. Every time she asked a question, she would mention how Kieran protected the Curseman Vase and why it became so useless after a change of personnel. Then, the topic was shifted to the safety of the citizens.
Even through the TV, Kieran could see Lin An's anger.
If the situation allowed it, Kieran believed Lin An would teach these female reporters a lesson for adding fuel to the fire.
Shaking his head, Kieran turned off the TV.
He didn't want his beautiful breakfast time to be interrupted.
The chef poured the black pepper herb juice over the steak. Kieran picked up the knife and fork and quickly cut the steak into a dozen pieces.
The beef was top-notch.
It didn't taste old in the mouth and even had a rich fatty taste.
The juice completely suppressed the rancid smell of the beef, but unfortunately, the original aroma of the beef was suppressed as well.
Somehow, Kieran missed Starbeck's cooking.
Then, he thought of Mr. Knife.
Maybe I can make a reservation?
The moment the thought popped up in his mind, Kieran couldn't help but speed up his eating.
Although the taste wasn't what he imagined, not wasting food was one of Kieran's bottom lines.
After sweeping the food clean, Kieran walked to the phone in the room.
He still didn't agree to Eckart's request.
It wasn't that he was stubborn, but he knew how many tricks a phone could do.
It would be unwise for him to choose a mobile phone in his current situation before he became truly powerful.
However, before Kieran picked up the phone, the video phone on the wall rang.
"Boss, there's a reporter outside who wants to interview you."
One of Gorbor's men said.
"No."
Kieran rejected the reporter right away.
Nothing good would come out of interviewing him at this time.
Although Kieran would gain quite a decent amount of 'reverse energy' in a short period of time, in the long run, it would be like killing the goose that laid the golden eggs.
Kieran wouldn't do such a thing.
Besides, Kieran didn't want to become someone else's weapon against others.
Kieran could guess what the reporter's ultimate goal was.
After getting an affirmative reply from Kieran, the bodyguards started to chase the reporter away. Kieran didn't witness the whole process, but he heard the sharp female voice.
"The citizens have the right to know everything!
You should cooperate with me!
The truth is the best feedback! "
…
The voice was intermittent, but it didn't change the ending that was getting further and further away.
"The truth is the best feedback?
The cruel truth is enough to turn this kind of feedback into a disaster!
More so … "
"Are you really here for the truth?"
Kieran muttered to himself, a sneer flashing over his face.
He didn't mind pursuing the truth.
But he knew what the prerequisite to pursuing the truth was.
The reporter obviously didn't have it.
Just like how everyone claimed to be righteous, but their righteousness hadn't been tested, it was just a self-proclaimed title.
Whoever took it seriously would be an idiot.
So, Kieran walked to the phone again, wanting to book dinner with Boss Dao.
But just like before, the moment his fingertips touched the phone, Gorbor's subordinate appeared on the video phone's screen.
"It better not be about that reporter lady."
Kieran turned around and looked at the man on the screen.
"Of course not, boss.
"A Mr. Lydon Lystie is looking for you."
He said he is the owner of the Curseman Vase, I've confirmed it with the boss, it's real.
Have you seen him? "
The bodyguard asked.
"The owner of the Curseman Vase?"
Kieran raised a brow, his eyes flashing with thoughts before he nodded.
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