74: Chapter 74: The Mayor’s Missing Item (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket) 74: Chapter 74: The Mayor’s Missing Item (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket) “Mayor Wente?”
“Yes, Mayor Wente,” the youth blurted out everything once he started talking, without any more concerns,
“It seems the mayor lost something important, taken by that lawyer named Yi Jiali.
But we haven’t found anything, so we had to look for people related to her.
We found out she frequents the library and has a good relationship with you, so we thought she might have given the item to you.”
If it was truly a valuable item that had been lost, the mayor could have directly reported it to the police or the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Only those things that couldn’t be reported and needed to be kept secret had to involve gang members.
He Ao realized that things were getting more complicated.
He looked at the youth and asked another question, “The Mech Cultist who tried to kill me a few days ago, was he also one of your people?”
“I don’t know,” the youth hurriedly shook his head, then under He Ao’s icy gaze, he added, “I really don’t know, but the word from the boss was that you were already dead.
He told me to go ahead and search without worry, but he also said,”
The youth hesitated for a moment before continuing, “He said that if I saw you, I could just kill you.
Old Geezer, please let me go.
I’ll wash my hands clean of this and become a good person.”
“Give me Najia’s phone number.”
He Ao glanced at him and carelessly threw the gun at his feet.
The youth looked down at the gun, his fingers twitching, but he ultimately didn’t dare to pick it up.
Instead, he gave Najia’s phone number to He Ao through his bracelet.
He Ao gave him a look and recorded the number.
This youth was a typical example of being fierce in appearance but weak at heart, a bully to the weak but a coward at the face of the strong.
“Old Geezer, can I go now?”
The youth asked cautiously, enduring the pain in his foot.
“Don’t you want the gun?”
He Ao asked casually.
The youth looked down at the gun at his feet and shook his head quickly, “No, no, visiting the Old Geezer, how could I not bring a gift?”
He Ao looked at the youth, who shuddered under his gaze, thinking He Ao was going to do something to him.
“Come on,” He Ao activated the camera on his bracelet, “Let’s record a video.
A gift must be clearly given with that intention, and we need video evidence.
Look happy, smile from the heart, don’t make it seem like I’m robbing you.”
After dozens of attempts, the youth finally managed a ‘heartfelt smile’, and He Ao signaled that he could leave.
He pulled at the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
He looked at He Ao, who was just watching him, so he had no choice but to limp over to the window.
“You’ve killed quite a few people, haven’t you?”
Right as he was about to climb out the window, He Ao suddenly asked.
The way the youth handled the gun and his demeanor suggested he wasn’t new to killing.
The youth trembled and didn’t deny it, nor did he dare to admit it.
He waited a while and seeing that He Ao made no further move, he finally rolled and scrambled out the window, opening his glider wings.
Once he regained his freedom, he looked back at He Ao.
There was a glint of resentment in his eyes as he flew away on his glide wing.
He Ao watched his figure disappear, lit a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.
Then he took out his bracelet and dialed the video number he had just recorded.
The call connected, and an elderly man in a neat suit, exuding an air of authority, appeared on the screen.
He Ao greeted with a raspy and aged voice with a smile, then cut off the communication.
Sitting in the back seat of a sedan, Najia crushed the bracelet in his hand.
The metallic fragments, sparkling with faint electricity, slid from his fingertips.
The driver at the front glanced questioningly at Najia through the rearview mirror.
Najia placed his hands on his knees and asked calmly.
“He’s keeping watch over that elderly librarian.
When he went into the librarian’s home before to find that item, he seemed to have been caught by the returning librarian.
He said yesterday that he found a new lead and was going to make another visit today.”
The driver offhandedly explained Mar’s recent whereabouts.
“He betrayed the gang,” Najia said with half-closed eyes, looking ready to rest against the seat back, “you’ll have to work a bit harder tonight.”
He Ao, with a cigarette in his mouth, cleaned up the bloodstains on the ground.
Due to the intense move earlier, the wound that had been neatly bandaged on his body had split open again, and fresh blood seeped through the bandage.
After cleaning up, he tucked the gun into his jacket, grabbed the bag containing “Dauntless Dawn”, and left the house while still smoking.
That young man probably wouldn’t survive the night.
From Regit’s memories, He Ao could roughly figure out the character of that ‘old classmate’.
Najia had a powerful need for control and would not tolerate any betrayal.
Once the other party realized that his phone number had been sold out, he would take immediate action.
Having taken the day off, He Ao didn’t need to go to the library, so he went downstairs and headed straight to Roger’s underground clinic.
His home wasn’t far from Roger’s clinic; it took about ten minutes to reach the entrance.
He looked up at the neon sign for “Huimei Communications” above his head and slowly walked into the small shop.
This was the facade for Roger’s clinic.
“Yo, Old Geezer, are you about to kick the bucket?
You’ve been running to me every other day,” Roger said, circling He Ao excitedly before pulling out a wristband to send him a body donation agreement, “Hurry up, old man, sign this agreement.
Otherwise, if you die too suddenly and they send you straight to cremation, what then?”
“Give me some more of that medicine for injuries,” He Ao said, ignoring his banter.
Roger looked at He Ao with surprise, then pressed a button nearby, and the electric shutter door slowly closed.
He signaled for He Ao to follow him into the back room clinic.
He Ao followed him into the back room, adeptly watching as he moved a large glass jar from beneath the cabinet, which contained a dark, paste-like medicine.
“As you know, my medicine is a top-secret formula, I don’t do takeout,” he said as he opened the jar lid, releasing a strong, odd stench, “Take off your clothes.
I’ll apply the medicine, and you can pay for how much I use.”
He Ao knew this guy’s rules.
No takeout meant no takeout, so he sat on the stool next to him and began to take off his shirt.
“Old Geezer, this body, these muscles, wow, these textures…”
As He Ao slowly removed his clothes and peeled off the self-applied bandages, revealing muscles coiled like dragons and beautifully curved lines of his body, Roger let out gasps of amazement.
He Ao could even see a light in his eyes.
“If you were a big-chested, perky-bottomed beauty, I’d definitely like to hear you say those words,” He Ao said, looking at him coldly.
“What’s so interesting about women?
I only fancy perfect bodies,” Roger picked up a plastic spatula, scooped out a dollop of the black paste-like medicine, walked in front of He Ao, and studied the tears on his body carefully,
“Old Geezer, have you turned yourself into an inflatable doll?
Your muscles are all torn apart.”
He Ao didn’t reply; instead, he asked, “Do you know Christos?”