<h4>Chapter 477 His Master</h4>


    After locking Hemrew up in the secret prison, the soldiers looked at inspector Morgan with a whole new level of respect.


    One should know that this was their first time witnessing any inspector in action.


    So they were left utterly shocked.


    They had so many unanswered questions in their minds, and couldn’t help but walk up to inspector Morgan curiously.


    "Inspector..... there’s something that baffles me.


    How did you know that someone else had been in Hemrew’s hotel room apart from himself and the hotel staffers?"


    "Hmmm...


    You see, in Hemrew’s toom.... we found a used coffee mug with its handle facing the left side of the table.


    And besides the mug, was also a stirring spoon that was also on the left-hand side of the mug.


    In short, there were over 7 pieces of evidence like these scattered all over the parlour/living room.


    So of course, one would not be wrong to assume that all these details the suspect was left-handed."


    The Captains frowned as they listened to Morgan.


    "But from what we know, Hemrew is right-handed instead."


    "Bingo!


    He’s right-handed.


    But all the evidence in the living room points out that he was left-handed instead.


    So just to confirm again that we were sure.... we looked at the other rooms too, just to see if the suspect was truly left-handed or right-handed.


    In the bedroom, another used mug was ced on the right side bed table.


    And this time, the mug’s handle is facing the right of the table.


    If you pick up a mug with your right, you’ll definitely ce it down with the handle facing the right..... and vice versa for when you pick it up with your left.


    In addition to that... the bathroom also had 2 used bars of soaps that were left on the right-hand side of the bathtub, as well as the sink.


    Also, even though we don’t have any way of identifying fingerprints..... we still take note of some minor details by looking at them.


    For example, the right bathroom tap handle had numerous fingerprints on it whenpared to the left handle.


    In short, there were over 24 reasons that backed up the im that the suspect was indeed right-handed.


    So that meant that some left-handed person must’ve used the mug in the living room earlier.


    Which also proved that the suspect lied about not having anyone over before he left."


    "_"


    .


    Listening to Morgan’s analogy, both Captains nodded in awe at Morgan’s amazing deduction skills.


    Were all inspectors like this?


    "But how did you know that his cowardly facade was all an act?"


    "For starters, he knew about most of Baymard’s weapons... and also had a n for if he got caught.


    So with that in mind, it was also safe for us to assume that he knew about some of our principals and technologies here.


    You see, when he was previously locked up in the Coastal region, he already knew that you all had been watching him from behind the ck screen.


    After all, the military also had ck screen rooms for instructors too.


    So the traitors in barracks would’ve probably told him about them.


    Hence his goal was to act as pitiful as he possibly could, so as to make everyone think that he was innocent.


    After all, civilians and even nobles don’t know anything about the ck screen wall yet..... and since it wasn’t written down in his list, he thought that no one would be suspicious of his pitiful act at all.


    Also, his eyes were somewhat shifty, his breathing would sometimes get heavy, his eyes became dted and tensed up for a bit during questioning, and he would always bring out some pitiful point whenever he answered a question.


    In short from a psychological point of view... there were so many reasons why I felt very certain that this whole charade was an act." Morgan answered honestly.


    ’p!..... p!.... p!... p!’


    Landon imed, and so did everyone else.


    Bravo!


    "Well done inspector!"


    "Thank you, your majesty!"


    Hemrew who was currently chained up was extremely shocked by the minds of these Baymardians.


    If he knew that he would be caught so easily, then why the hell would he even try?


    He smiled bitterly, as his face was fried with regret.


    But somehow, after thinking about his master.... he felt a little bit better.


    His master would definitely save him at the end of the day.


    .


    Everyone looked at Hemrew and smiled coldly..... especially the soldiers who were almost received by him.


    "So Mr. Hemrew, are you finally ready to talk?


    Gibe us the names of the traitors, and well as who you’re working for.... and we promise to give you a painless death."


    Hearing the word death, Hemrew sneered and looked at them as if they were idiots.


    He didn’t for one second, believe that they would kill him.


    "Tsk!


    Do you know who my master is?


    It’s freak** master Nopline!


    And you know what happened when anyone touches my master’s men.


    Touch me, and you’re all dead for sure!"


    Looking at how quiet everyone was... Hemrew felt even before confident in his master’s capability.


    "Eh?


    Why are you all going silent now?


    Didn’t you all say that you will kill me?


    Hmph!


    Since you know who my master is... then you better let me go, or else!" Hemrew warned.


    And soon, he saw someone walk steadily towards him.


    Yup, they were about to release him..... at least that’s what he thought.


    One of the Captains stepped forward with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes and immediately shot his hands.


    ’Bang!’


    Hemrew looked at them in shock.... as he couldn’t believe what had just happened.


    The pain that he felt was truly something unimaginable.


    ’Ahhhhh!!!’


    He screamed, shuddered and yelled out loud with all his might in agony.


    He felt consumed by a pain that knew no end or limit, as it tore through his body like shards of ss and made his blood run cold.


    His breathing began heavy, his face became slightly pale, and sweat immediately formed on his forehead and chest.


    ’Ahhhh!’


    "You morons!


    Just wait till springes again.... then you’ll feel my master’s wrath by then when he brings all his faces to take you down!!!" Hemrew said hysterically while panting heavily.


    Everyone in the room just looked at him as if he were an IDIOT.


    "We won’t repeat ourselves again.


    Tell us what we want to know, and we’ll give you a slightly painless death.


    And just so you know, the more blood you lose the more likely you’ll die."


    "_"


    At first, Hemrew chose not to give him.


    But after being punched and shot on both hands and one foot..... he soon gave up as he had never experienced this kind of pain in his entire life.


    In fact, it was when they wanted to shoot off his penis.... that he decided to talk.


    At least let him die with that intact alright?


    Immediately after confessing, Landon requested for Hemrew to receive medical attention.


    After all, even if he had to die... he had to be executed in front of everyone else.


    Any spy who knew their secrets had to die by public execution.


    There was no other way around it.


    And so they secretly called some medical staff toe to the pce and looked after a tied up Hemrew.


    And when everything was properly taken care of, they quickly made their way into the barracks.


    With the names at hand, everyone smiled calmly while imagining how they would deal with these backstabbers.


    Now.... it was time for action.