The middle-aged driver was kicked back into the car by Kieran's kick.
However, the seat belt on his body pulled the middle-aged driver back into the seat. Then, the sole of the foot in the slipper landed on his face.
Bang!
Another heavy thud.
Two consecutive heavy thuds at the limits of a common man knocked the seemingly buff and buff middle-aged driver out cold.
However, before Kieran opened the door, he added another kick.
His strength was greatly reduced, so Kieran was even more vigilant in his weakened state. Besides, the way the driver looked at Starbeck was disgusting.
Kieran pulled the door open and dragged the driver out. He also took the driver's belt and tied him up. After that, Kieran started to check the car.
It was a sedan but it was quite old. The steering wheel and gear lever had traces of age.
Of course, what concerned Kieran the most was the bloody stench.
Although the driver tried his best to clean and ventilate the car, the bloody stench still lingered in the car. The moment the driver rolled down the window, Kieran smelled it.
And now?
The stench got thicker.
Kieran checked the interior of the car, other than a wallet, he didn't find anything valuable.
Kieran opened the wallet. There was a driver's license and some cash inside.
The driver's license belonged to the middle-aged driver.
There was a picture of the driver and his name was John Dickson.
The craftsmanship was decent, but it might be a fake.
Before understanding the dungeon world, Kieran had to reserve his opinion on everything.
After tossing the wallet to Starbeck, Kieran walked to the back of the car.
What was the best place to hide something inside a sedan?
The trunk was the best answer.
As the trunk was opened, a shovel covered in dirt and some blood appeared in Kieran's sight.
The blood was distributed evenly, even though it was wiped, Kieran could tell the general location of the blood. Based on his knowledge and past experience, when Kieran saw the location of the blood, a human body appeared in his mind.
The body was very fresh!
Even after the body was wrapped up, it was still bleeding. Therefore, the wound should be narrow and deep.
It wasn't a common dagger, it should be something like a screwdriver.
"H-him?"
Starbeck wasn't an idiot. Kieran's sudden attack coupled with the shovel and blood stains in the trunk were enough for him to connect the dots.
"Road killer or something like that."
"He must have gone to bury the corpse."
As Kieran spoke, he walked towards the middle-aged driver and pulled him in front of the headlights, letting the headlights shine on his face.
Then, he took the glass of water from the driver's seat and poured it on the man's face.
The water slowly woke him up.
In a trance, the middle-aged driver saw a blinding light, and within the light, there was darkness that appeared in an extremely rhythmic manner.
The man who had just woken up from his coma felt sleepy again. He didn't want to think about anything and went back to sleep.
"Who are you?"
A cold voice asked.
"John Dickson."
The middle-aged driver answered in a daze.
"What's your occupation?"
"Innkeeper."
"Do you have any family?"
"No, my wife and I divorced. I didn't want her to leave me, so I kept her by my side forever."
"What's your hobby?"
"Hunting!"
"I will hunt on this road!"
"How many times have you hunted?"
"Third time!"
"Where's your prey?"
"Killed and buried."
"Where's your hotel?"
"11-404 Syndique Street."
The voice continued, and the drowsy middle-aged driver answered almost every question that came his way.
For Kieran, it was too easy for him to lure a man who had lost his resistance with the help of light, tools, and the knowledge he learned from Pro [Mystical Knowledge].
Even though the man had a fearsome identity, it was the same.
After asking everything he wanted to know, Kieran gave the man another kick.
Without a car door to stop him, Kieran's kick was skillful and landed on the man's carotid artery with minimal force.
The man's brain was deprived of oxygen and he quickly fainted.
Kieran had lost his skills more than once, so he had been training his offensive and defensive techniques without skills.
Even though most of the techniques were hard to master, the basics were not a problem for him.
Kieran picked up the tied up middle-aged driver and threw him into the car. After some thought, Kieran waved at Starbeck, telling him to get in.
"His identity is a problem.
Although I thought I cleaned it up nicely, the chances of being targeted are too high. So, if we don't want to attract more trouble, we have to be fast. "
The car started and Kieran told Starbeck.
"Fast?"
Starbeck turned around and looked at Kieran when he thought of something.
"Mm.
It's more or less what you think. "
Kieran said with a smile.
The car sped up, its headlights streaking across the night sky of the outskirts. As the car went further away, the night grew quieter until the sun rose.
Then, everything became lively again.
What followed was a ruckus.
The Road Killer, who was being tracked, was caught when he tried to escape.
To everyone's surprise, the man wasn't just the Road Killer, he was also the murderer of his own wife.
Even though the police tried their best to hide all the information about the Road Killer, some smart people with sharp senses still managed to guess something.
So, in the morning, right after the signage of Dickson Hotel was taken down, someone knocked on the door.
"Sorry, we don't accept interviews here."
Kieran coldly rejected the reporter in front of him.
The reporter wasn't the first and he wouldn't be the last.
Before this incident was truly forgotten, Kieran would have to deal with more people like this. So, Kieran chose the most direct and clean way.
Bang!
The door was slammed shut.
Kieran didn't care about the knocking, he headed to the room that Starbeck tidied up.
He didn't sleep for the whole night and after using hypnosis repeatedly, he needed a good night's sleep.
He didn't just need to replenish his exhausted energy, he also needed to get used to his extremely weak body.
Starbeck, who also didn't sleep for the whole night, forced himself to be awake and busy in the kitchen.
On top of the gas stove, there was an iron pot stewing a chicken.
He found the chicken in the fridge. Starbeck also found a lot of spices, enough for him to cook lunch for Kieran.
It might not be delicious but it was enough for him to swallow.
Seconds turned into minutes. Starbeck, who relied on the cold water to stimulate his mind, stared at the iron pot. When the aroma of the chicken wafted out from the pot, he showed a satisfied smile.
Starbeck put on a pair of insulating gloves and carried the pot to the dining room.
The hotel wasn't big by any means, it only had two floors.
The first floor was connected to the kitchen, there were three long tables, acting as the corridor, living room, and dining room.
There were three rooms on the second floor. One was the master bedroom, and two were for rent.
However, the two rented rooms were covered in dust, it seemed like they hadn't been rented out for a long time.
In fact, other than the kitchen, the whole hotel was in a similar state. After the hotel owner killed his wife, the place was half-abandoned.
Dok Dok Dok!
Someone knocked on the door again.
Starbeck didn't care, Kieran told him not to care about those unimportant people, but the person didn't give up.
However, the other party did not give up. He continued knocking on the door and introduced himself.
Dok Dok Dok!
"Hello, I am Chief Teddy."
The person's identity shocked Starbeck.
Starbeck couldn't help but feel nervous again.
Just when Starbeck was at a loss of what to do, a strong hand was placed on his shoulder. The warmth expelled his nervousness.
"Leave it to me."
Kieran came down from the second floor and said softly.
"Em."
Starbeck nodded obediently and went back to the kitchen.
Kieran then walked to the door.
"If you don't open the door, I'll break in."
A short, scrawny man with curly brown hair in casual clothes said with a smile after Kieran opened the door.
"Then you should compensate me according to the price."
Kieran stood at the door, not intending to move.
"If I did it, I'll compensate you but if I didn't do it, I won't."
The plain-clothed man said.
His words seemed to contain some other meaning, but right after that, he smiled again and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't find your and your brother's stolen wallet and ID, but I've helped you and your brother get new ID cards."
The man then took out two new ID's.
"Thank you."
Kieran took the ID's, his tone as cold as ever.
"Hey, buddy, shouldn't you be a little more passionate?
I've done you a big favor!
Without ID's, you guys can't even move a step in Ai City! "
The man exclaimed in shock in an exaggerated manner.
"I've done you guys a big favor too!
And that serial killer, I remember he has a bounty on his head, right?
More so, it's your job to begin with. "
Kieran replied calmly.
"The bounty will be given to you.
Are all merchants haggling over the smallest details? "
The man asked in a helpless tone.
"We are more haggling than you think, so you better find our stolen wallet as soon as possible."
Kieran then wanted to close the door.
"Aren't you going to treat me to a meal?
I can smell the aroma of food.
I have to say, now I believe you guys are going to open a restaurant. Such cooking skills are rare … "
Bang!
The man was grumbling endlessly, but he couldn't stop Kieran from closing the door.
The door almost touched the man's nose.
He took a step back and rubbed his nose. He looked at the hotel sign that was taken down and started to ponder.
The guy that he had his eyes on for a long time got into a car accident and crashed into a fire hydrant while on the run. The trunk of the car was filled with solid evidence, so the guy couldn't argue back.
Was it a coincidence?
The man turned his head to look at the closed door.
"How is it, boss?
Is there a problem? "
Asked the officer beside him.
"Nope.
Everything is normal. Those two second generation immigrants were just unlucky enough to run into that bastard.
Smells good! "
The man's nose twitched and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"Yeah, smells good!"
"With such cooking skills, why would they have anything to do with that bastard?"
"They can just open a restaurant and earn a fortune!"
The officer exclaimed.
"Don't worry, since they bought this hotel, they are going to open a restaurant. We can always come back and have a taste in the future."
"And now?"
"We have to go back and teach that bastard a lesson!"
The man then turned around and walked towards the police cruiser.
Although he was looking forward to the man's cooking, he had to speed up the interrogation. Even if the man was playing dumb, he would pry his mouth open and get the truth out of him.
Through the window, Kieran, who was sitting at the dining table, saw the police cruiser drive away.
His furrowed brows loosened a little.
The chief officer, Teddy, was no doubt a troublesome character.
He had seen too many similar characters, so if he had a choice, he would never want to have anything to do with the chief officer.
Fortunately, the chief officer's attention was completely captured by John Dickson.
He wouldn't notice Teddy in a short period of time.
After all, Teddy paid extra attention to John Dickson before.
Kieran sat there, thinking.
Starbeck took a bowl of chicken soup and meat and passed it to Kieran.
The soup was rich.
It was white and had a layer of oil floating on top.
Green spring onions were sprinkled on top, adding an unusual aroma to the soup, especially when a fat chicken drumstick was dipped in a few spring onions, it had a special flavor.
Without the firewood of the chicken, the oil of the chicken skin covered it up nicely, plus the crispness of the spring onions and a little spiciness, it whetted one's appetite.
After two to three bites, the whole drumstick was eaten by Kieran.
The chicken soup was also emptied in a single gulp.
The unique taste combined with the oil made Kieran feel warm in his stomach, his dispirited spirit was also lifted up.
Starbeck took the bowl with a smile and scooped another bowl for Kieran, the tiredness on his body was swept away in an instant.
"2 … Big brother, we still need some cooking utensils, spices, and ingredients."
Starbeck said after Kieran finished the whole pot of chicken soup.
Of course, he wasn't used to disguising himself.
When Kieran called him big brother, Starbeck was a little shy and a little excited.
"There's a supermarket at the junction, go have a rest first, I'll go with you when you wake up."
Kieran then took the pot and went to the kitchen.
Since Starbeck cooked, it was his job to wash the dishes.
Other than washing the dishes, the whole hotel dining room had to be cleaned up as well.
The broken tables and chairs had to be repaired as well.
Kieran had been working from noon to afternoon before he finished all the menial chores.
However, the hotel itself was old, so Kieran couldn't renovate it to a new level, all he could do was clean it.
Starbeck, who woke up, followed Kieran energetically, bought everything he needed and returned to the hotel with a smile.
Kieran sat in the main hall and watched Starbeck busy himself with the work.
When it was almost 11 am, Starbeck finally walked out of the kitchen with a satisfied look.
Kieran took the blackboard that he prepared and walked out of the living room.
The signboard that was taken down from the entrance was thrown into the trash can by Kieran and was taken away by the garbage removal team in the evening.
The blackboard in Kieran's hand was placed in front of the entrance.
The street lamp shone on the blackboard, the words were clear and powerful.
Leaf Dining.
Today's food: Potato roast beef, fried rice, chicken soup.
(No alcohol served)
…
The last line of words was very eye-catching, it was purposely added by Kieran.
He didn't want to deal with people who had lost their sanity, enemies excluded.
Late at night, the aroma of food lingered in the air.
However, it was empty.
It was too late.
Other than some special places, there was almost no one on the streets.
Leaf Dining was too far away from the hotel.
However, Kieran wasn't in a hurry.
He opened the restaurant as a cover, he didn't really want to run it.
No one was what he wanted the most.
Not only would all the food Starbeck cooked belong to him, but it would also allow him to understand the dungeon world in peace and adapt to his weakened body.
It was really killing three birds with one stone.
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