Chapter 2560: Dear Detective Mr. 12

"How did you suddenly come here today?" the lean man asked, leaning on the counter, curious, "Wasn't our operation planned to happen in a few days?"

The silent man beside him also spoke, his voice low, "How is the investigation into Mr. Wensente's death going?"

A'erruike exhaled smoke; gray smoke rings slowly rose, blurring his somewhat stern facial features.

"I came for this." he said, his brows unconsciously tightening, irritably questioning, "Wensente is a Catholic; why didn't you tell me?"

"What!" the three people behind the counter exclaimed simultaneously, reacting even more strongly than A'erruike had anticipated.

The lean man suddenly stood up, even clutching his head, his face full of disbelief, "Good heavens! This… we didn't know either! Nobody ever said anything, and he never mentioned it himself!"

The big-bearded Luoke also froze, forgetting to pick up the rag he'd dropped on the counter.

He vigorously scratched his thick hair, full of regret, "My God. If he truly was a devout Catholic… then the help he secretly gave us… good heavens, wasn't he constantly violating his faith, breaking church law?"

"Oh… my poor Wensente friend…" his voice sank low.

A'erruike silently smoked, his green eyes appearing even more deep and inscrutable through the smoke.

Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the hallway outside.

"Catch him!"

"Don't let him get away!"

"It's the Griffin Gang! Stop him!"

A'erruike and the three behind the counter suddenly changed expression.

Before the heavyset Luoke could squeeze out from behind the counter, A'erruike had already stubbed out his cigarette, seeing the panicked, murderous-eyed man brandishing a dagger rush in.

A'erruike barehanded seized the dagger thrust by the man who'd rushed in, striking hard and ruthlessly, like a thug's killing show.

Frankly, nobody who saw blood trickling down A'erruike's fair fingertips could fail to be drawn to him.

It might even arouse a preference in some with sexual deviance.

Jin Chen's throat felt a little dry after two sips of wine; his glass paused at his lips as he stared intently at A'erruike, then he tipped back and finished the rest.

Yet A'erruike himself felt no pleasure.

Especially after tearing open the attacker's collar and seeing the dark tattoo on his shoulder.

The pattern was distorted and bizarre; one could barely make out a flower shape, but the petals were ferocious, more like some mutant creature, exuding an evil aura.

"Black orchid……"

A'erruike narrowed his green eyes coldly, grabbed the man's hair, and dragged his bloody face close, his voice low and dangerous.

"Is this the Griffin Gang's new insignia after changing leaders?"

The man's throat was injured; he could no longer speak full sentences, only making hoarse sounds, blood continually trickling from the corners of his mouth, but the fear flashing in his eyes amounted to an admission.

A'erruike disgustedly flung him aside.

He stared at the strange orchid tattoo, brows locked, an inexplicable sense of familiarity tugging at his heart.

He must have seen a similar pattern somewhere…

Xili'er.

In Wensente's study, Xili'er picked up that dried black petal and casually sketched that pattern.

The two are almost ninety percent similar.

Jin Chen also saw the tattoo clearly: "……"

Good heavens, he just thought the flower suited being drawn that way, and he'd merely sketched a few strokes.

It's purely coincidental.

【Oh ho~】Ling Gun Gun exclaimed, 【Host, the Main God suspects you?】

Jin Chen watched A'erruike's side profile as he stared at the tattoo, lost in thought; inwardly, he was not panicked.

【No way,】his tone even carried a hint of amusement, 【I'm just the innocent Xili'er.】

In A'erruike's eyes now, Xili'er is a gentleman utterly devoted to him, pure and with a touch of artistic talent.

The seed of doubt isn't so easily planted.

For such head‑to‑head confrontations, it's best left to "Chen."

With two identities, one can always solve the problem.

【Oh……】Ling Gun Gun seemed to half‑understand, then added, 【The data shows the Griffin Gang rose from the black market of Beiya'er City, its influence gradually seeping in; now it's practically a malignant tumor in the kingdom's entire underworld, symbolizing utter corruption and evil, leaving no wickedness undone.】

Jin Chen's peripheral vision suddenly caught a figure at the other end of the corridor, sneaking a glance this way, seemingly especially attentive to the commotion here, then quickly retracting—suspicious behavior.

A'erruike obviously noticed as well.

At this moment his killing intent had not faded; the cold light in his green eyes was piercing, he would let no clue tied to the Griffin Gang slip by, and any enemy who fell into his hands usually met only one fate.

But Jin Chen could no longer stand by and let it continue.

A'erruike's mental state is now unstable, his Blackening Value alarmingly high; letting him continue to be dominated by slaughter and hatred would certainly not be good.

He set down his wine glass and silently approached, closing in on the A'erruike who was pursuing the spy.

A'erruike chased into the hallway, then was suddenly grabbed around the waist and dragged into the darkness.

Jin Chen's body pressed against his back, firmly restraining him.

"Long time no see, baby." a low, evil‑tinged laugh sounded near his ear.

In the darkness, Jin Chen used his free hand to take off the mask on his face, then nibbled A'erruike's earlobe.

"Seeing red isn't the comportment of an elegant gentleman."

A'erruike's body tensed, his heart filled with rage.

Again, this persistent pervert!

"Damn it, you dare show up again!" A'erruike threw a punch.

Their fists and feet clashed, and they began to fight.

In the darkness, even though A'erruike could only vaguely sense the opponent's shape and aura, he was in no way outmatched, and they held each other in check for a long time.

Every move is lethal; it's impossible to tell who is subduing whom.

But Jin Chen handled the situation with ease; his strikes always came unexpectedly. Even as blood gradually appeared, Alswick's ragged breathing grew louder, yet his breath remained completely steady.

When he was drenched in sweat, Alswick fell half a move behind, and Jin Chen undid the adjustment buckle on the side of his pants.

Alswick cursed under his breath and at the same time seized Jin Chen's throat, able to cut off his breath with a casual grip.

"Let go!" Alswick snarled.

"My love, you have no strength left; you can't kill me."

Jin Chen whispered wickedly in his ear, pressing down on his ambitious suit pants, and the crisp trousers fell away at once.

Alswick's pupils contracted sharply; the hand gripping his neck tightened, and he longed to kill this pervert.

Gentlemen fasten elaborate shirt clips on their legs; Jin Chen seemed oblivious to the approaching death, slowly taking hold of the clip's fastening strap, his fingertip slipping inside and flicking it.

When Alswick again tried to increase his strength to choke Jin Chen into unconsciousness, Jin Chen roughly turned him over, pressing his chest against the wall.

"It's obvious—I've won this contest of strength." Jin Chen bit his ear, saying, "The victor enjoys privilege."