After putting away the detective report, Connor nodded at Valverde and said, "I'm very satisfied with your work!" With that said, he turned around and walked out of the house.
"When it comes to a cult like the Spirit Worship Church, the best way to deal with it is to seek the help of the police and the Church of the Storm. They are very interested in discovering cults." Just as Connor was about to walk to the door, Valverde stood up from the sofa and reminded him, "Don't worry.
Slowly turning around, Connor narrowed his eyes and stared at Valverde. Although he didn't say a word, his eyes shimmered with a cold glint under his sunglasses.
Sensing Connor's hostility, Valverde shrugged and explained, "Sir, please don't worry. As a detective, I, Valverde, will not divulge this detective report to anyone without your permission!"
When he said "anyone," Valverde deliberately emphasized his tone, as though indicating that his "anyone" included the police and the Church.
"I hope so!" Connor, whose expression had eased, gave Valverde a deep look before pushing open the door and leaving.
What Connor didn't notice was the greed and madness in Valverde's turbid eyes the moment he turned around and pushed open the door!
After returning to his apartment at 16 Rand Street, Connor once again carefully read Valverde's detective report.
An hour later, Connor put down the report and slowly exhaled a turbid breath.
He already had a plan. This time, he wanted to strike first and gain the upper hand. He wanted to kill Rebecca and Vidal and make them pay the price for cursing him in blood!
A detail mentioned in the detective report allowed Connor to decide on the time and place to take action.
Rebecca bought a train ticket to Dhaka, a town in the countryside of Loen City, three days later. And if Connor didn't remember wrongly, there was an ancient castle in Dhaka that belonged to the great merchant, Fabinho, who was also Rebecca's father. If there were no accidents, Rebecca's destination in Dhaka was likely to be there.
After deducing Rebecca's destination, Connor felt that what he had to do was very, very simple. He would wait for her at the castle in advance, and then watch as Rebecca, who used to be his goddess, walked step by step into the fatal trap he had set …
… ….
… ….
Looking at the red house with the sign "Daddy Morgan's Tavern" hanging in front of him, Connor didn't know why, but he had a very strong premonition that this place where he could buy contraband, as mentioned by his good friend, Loen's local tycoon George, would definitely not disappoint him.
Tightening his black trench coat, Connor pushed open the heavy wooden door of the tavern.
As soon as he entered the tavern, Connor, who didn't have time to look around the tavern, immediately felt two pairs of eyes focusing on him.
His face didn't show any abnormality, but Connor caught sight of the owners of the two eyes from the corner of his eye. They were two white men hiding in a secluded corner, looking around vigilantly. Although the two white men didn't look very tall, as an official knight, Connor knew how strong their muscles were hidden under their not-so-tall bodies. They were both reserve knights.
"They should be the Morgan gang members who are responsible for maintaining order here that George mentioned, right?" Connor thought for a moment and determined the identities of the two white men.
Although Connor didn't choose a time when the tavern's business was at its peak, there were quite a lot of people in this Daddy Morgan's Tavern. The malt aroma of the beer at the bar, the cheap perfume of the prostitutes with heavy makeup, and the sweat of the greasy drunkards in the tavern condensed into a strange air wave that swept through Connor's nostrils.
In the center of the tavern, there was a cage that was more than two meters tall. Inside the cage, there were two strong youths who were fighting without any restrictions other than the prohibition of crotch kicking and eye-gouging. This was the most popular sport in the Empire, and people called it MMA.
Connor gave a warning glance to the skinny figure that was approaching his wallet. He snapped his fingers and said to the bartender at the bar, "A Tomahawk Steak and a glass of Remino Vodka!"
Soon, the things that Connor asked for were served. He casually threw a shilling note to the bartender to keep the change and leave the rest as a tip. After taking a bite of the Tomahawk Steak, Connor pretended to be indifferent and said, "Do you know where Vallejo is?"
Hearing the name Vallejo, the flattering smile on the bartender's face froze. He hesitated for a moment, as if he was considering that he had taken advantage of Connor. He then said softly, "Room 6." After saying that, the bartender paused for a moment and added cautiously, "Don't tell anyone that I told you!"
After making an "OK" gesture to the bartender, Connor smiled and waved at the little boy in tattered clothes who was drooling while looking at the steak on his plate in a dark corner of the tavern. After telling him to leave the steak to him, Connor tidied up his windbreaker and walked towards the room in the tavern.
Connor asked about Vallejo because George told him that he could buy contraband from this person. This person was also the target of Connor's visit.
Different from the other rooms, there were two strong men who looked like bodyguards standing at the door of Room 6. They were guarding the room faithfully.
"This room has been booked by our boss!" Seeing Connor walking towards them, the two strong men exchanged glances. One of them with short brown hair stepped forward and said in a muffled voice,
"If your boss is Mr. Vallejo, I have something to talk to him about!" Connor smiled politely.
"I'm sorry, our boss is having a rest in the room. He won't see any guests!" Hearing that the young man in front of him mentioned his boss's name, a touch of vigilance flashed through the brown-haired strong man's eyes.
"Can't you make an exception?" Connor still maintained the smile on his face and asked tentatively.
"I'm sorry, I can't help you!" The strong man's attitude was very firm.
"Since that's the case, I can't help you. I'm in a hurry, so … I'm sorry!" As soon as the strong man finished speaking, Connor who had been polite all the time suddenly jumped up and chopped the strong man's neck with his hand. The strong man was caught off guard and fell to the ground at once. His partner beside him panicked when he saw that his partner was attacked. However, before he could fight back, Connor punched him in the stomach and he fell to the ground like his partner.
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