Chapter 262: Tracking and Witnessing (Seeking Monthly Votes at the Start of the Month)

"It turns out there really was a hidden story behind William's affair; the mastermind is the 'Blood of Decay'. They actually chased William all the way to Plymouth. They are truly like persistent spirits."

"However, the 'Blood of Decay' is still very cautious in their actions, actually commissioning a club to do the deed. Hmm, although the Blood Garment Club has a complex background, it should belong to the believers of the 'Mother of Night', and there is a natural basis for cooperation with the 'Blood of Decay'..."

"Using people from the club to do the deed means that even if the matter is exposed, they can use its powerful network of connections to smooth everything over..."

"The hunting squad of the 'Blood of Decay' is a team specifically looking for direct bloodline descendants of Sotos, led by a Non-human Existence, and their combat power is very strong..."

Even the 'Blood of Decay' only seeks the direct bloodline of Sotos; as for those collateral branches like the kingdom's nobles, or those separated by who knows how many generations, they are not within the scope of the target.

"And as for the direct bloodline, apart from Sean, there are actually only two branches. The one from Xia Ya is almost extinct, and most of Jinni's branch is concentrated within the Green Banyan Council..."

Aaron manipulated William's body, returned to the rental house where the Secret Transmission was found last time, and let him lie on the bed.

"'Magician' Kobo Phil? His bounty has increased again recently, and he also possesses a Magical Item that Gantis is very interested in, with a bounty offer of 6,000 pounds..."

When everything finally ended, tears of fear flowed from his eyes, but his hands uncontrollably grabbed his own head, using his prideful strength to twist it fiercely, emitting a harsh sound of shattering bone...

"Quentin only contacted Raphael, but through Raphael, one should be able to find Luofuman's whereabouts."

But all of this had nothing to do with Aaron.

Raphael looked at this scene, a smile appearing on his face.

Just at this moment, a cold wind blew past.

"Mr. Raphael, we had a pleasant time last time, didn't we?"

Raphael, who was greeted by the ladies, quickly ducked into a pitch-black alley, muttering something to himself.

The streetwalkers, posing and preening, leaned against the lampposts, smoking thin cigarettes.

Aokelaier, dressed in complex court noble attire, walked out from William's body and merged into the wall.

At this moment, the bar door opened, and a man in his thirties wearing a black trench coat and sporting a hooked nose walked out, making the girls' eyes light up.

Several ladies immediately had their eyes brighten, surrounded him, fully displayed their charming sides, and used their eyes to warn those peers who were preparing to snatch the business.

The window suddenly shattered, a black shadow leaped out, followed by several furious Extraordinary security guards.

Aaron looked at the sewer manhole where the other party disappeared and continued on his way, unconcerned.

Suddenly, Aaron's inspiration was touched, and he looked at the gate of a company on the current street.

'The mission is about to be completed. After that remnant of Xia Ya is eaten by the club, I should go back... Tonight is a time to properly enjoy myself.'

According to 'Raphael's' confession, the leader of that hunting squad, the 'Blood Thirster' Luofuman Suolun, is hiding in a noble manor on the outskirts of Plymouth!

"Catch him!"

Raphael was actually enduring all along; every time he had fun, he had to forcibly suppress his cravings, and he did not Rend the throats of these streetwalkers to drink their blood.

They recognized this guy; although this Mr. Raphael lived in the Lower City District, he was very generous with his spending.

On the glass of the surrounding shops, the hem of some gorgeous noble gown seemed to flash by.

He pressed his hand to his chest, bowed to the furious bodyguards, and only then, as if an actor exiting the stage, disappeared into the sewer.

The streetwalkers who lost the business greeted Raphael with affectionate language one after another, then went back to continue soliciting work.

"It's 'Magician' Kobo Phil!"

Raphael looked at a pair of sisters who looked similar; he had taken a fancy to them for a long time, but the most delicious things must, of course, be saved for last.

And the tips given were very generous!

Because of this reason, this Mr. Raphael was still very popular.

"We sisters can do it together."

Lower City District.

'Once tomorrow comes and the news of Raphael and Quentin's deaths is exposed, the other party is very likely to relocate or set up traps...'

'So... let's settle this quickly.'

Because this is Plymouth, and the Black Skins of the Investigation General Bureau have been monitoring everything like crazy recently!

But he was leaving tomorrow, so he could relax tonight without worrying about subsequent matters.

The Evil Spirit moved very quickly and silently; only in the corners of glass, or by infants and even black cats with pure Spirituality, could a trace be occasionally discovered.

Outside the Jinfeile Jewelry Company.

Raphael's body shook, and his expression quickly became cold: "I don't need..."

When passersby walked by, they would disregard the cold, open their coats to expose their beautiful figures to the cold wind and the sight of passersby, and cast a wink or something... using such means to solicit business.

After saying this, he pushed aside the disappointed streetwalkers and disappeared at the end of the street.

"Tch... did this guy get bitten by a dog today?"

"Haha... I said it before, you cannot break my magic, because I possess this most powerful Magical Item! Facing it, all Extraordinary Abilities will fail!"

A moment later, a terrifying corpse lay on the ground, about to become the sensational news of the streets and alleys the next day, and another terrifying topic of conversation in the mouths of the streetwalkers.

Some of the bodyguards drew Zoulun revolvers and aimed at Kobo Phil to shoot, some took out Talismans and chanted incantations, and others directly used their own Extraordinary Abilities, turning into spears, cold ice, corrosive gas, and so on, attacking and engulfing Kobo Phil.

Kobo Phil's figure flickered, avoiding the firearms, and he held a black cane in his right hand high, the ruby at the top flashing with a glimmer of Light.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kobo Phil snapped his fingers.

A manhole cover leading to the sewer exploded, revealing a pitch-black passage.

Outside a cheap bar.

In an instant, whether it was the light and flames produced by Talismans or Extraordinary Abilities, they all vanished like soap bubbles.

"Just..."

"Sir, shall we have a passionate night?"

At this time, he was using the characteristics of an 'Evil Spirit' to move rapidly through the streets of Plymouth, rushing toward the suburbs.

'Third Primordial Substance... hehe... committing crimes so crazily, disregarding danger and consequences... either a madman, or doing it to create enough influence to complete a 'meritorious deed'... That Magical Item is also very interesting, but that's none of my business!'

His figure flashed, and he left the 'Magician's' crime scene without anyone noticing.

(End of chapter)