Inside a peaceful, ordinary-looking family home, the director of the Institute for Archaeological


    Research was having dinner with his family.


    One of the middle-aged men sitting at the table asked, “Dad… Is the dean showing favoritism toward


    the Tomb Whisperer Lineage?”


    The old man ced the fish he had just deboned into his precious grandson’s te while saying coolly,


    “I already told you not to say any nonsense if you don’t have the evidence to back it up!”


    The middle-aged man immediately fell silent.


    Tristan had already called his father one hour ago and informed him he was not allowed to talk about


    the tomb of the King of Medicine.


    Anyone who was not a fool immediately guessed it was because the tomb had been raided, and


    Tristan was helping the tomb raiders escape.


    “Tristan has managed to get to where he is now because he’s got a good grasp on things. You don’t


    have to get yourself involved in this matter any longer!”


    “Understood, Father!”


    The middle-aged man nodded.


    After finishing a ss of wine, the old man left the table to smoke on the balcony.


    An indescribable feeling washed over him as he gazed at the night sky.


    He had not expected the Tomb Whisperer Lineage to be so powerful.


    It was to the point where even the director of the Special Security Department was on their side.


    Nash apanied Hera to the movies after they finished dinner.


    Hera was preupied with work matters and took her phone out from time to time to check in. with the


    board of directors on the renovation’s progress.


    It was ten o’clock by the time they arrived home.


    However, Hera’s phone had not left her hands the entire time.


    Now, she was speaking to the assistant manager at the Special Security Department.


    “How are the injured employees?”


    “They’re no longer in critical condition, but their family members are being quite a nuisance!”


    “You need to be more patient with them. Don’t take any shortcuts when dealing with this matter!”


    “Alright, Ms. Lewis. Don’t worry!”


    The minute Hera hung up the phone, her mother rang her for a video call.


    Nash’s phone also began ringing.


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    He took his phone out and looked at it. It was a call from Jupiter.


    The fact he was calling sote at night probably meant he had gotten hold of a clue.


    Nash hurriedly answered the phone. “Chief Holt…


    “Mr. Calcraft… Are you avable for a chat now?” Jupiter spoke hurriedly.


    “Yes, I am. What’s the matter?” Nash asked as he frowned.


    “A fire has broken out at Jade Lakeside Gardens, and the fire brigade can’t put it out no matter what


    they do. I have a hunch that we’ll be able to find the chemical substances we found in Baroque Group’s


    electrical room!


    “Also… This house is where Mr. Jacobs, one of the employees on Baroque Group’s maintenance team,


    resides!” Jupiter said solemnly.


    “Alright, I’ll be right there!”


    Nash immediately hung up the phone and called out to Hera as he left the house, “I’ve got some


    business to attend to, Hera. Don’t wait up!”


    At Jade Lakeside Gardens, Jupiter sighed as he gazed at the fire on the eighth floor.


    Then, from the corner of his eye, he noticed a man wearing a cap and sunsses hurrying from the


    scene.


    His instincts honed from years of police work told him there was something fishy about that


    guy.


    He raced over immediately without making a sound.


    The man in sunsses heard his footsteps and immediately broke into a sprint.


    “Stop right there…” Jupiter shouted loudly.


    That immediately earned him the side-eye of the various tenants.


    Angelica, who was standing near the exits, immediately turned around when she heard Jupiter’s voice.


    She dashed over the minute she saw someone sprinting toward the exit.


    Then, she raised her leg and kicked the person.


    The man channeled his strength into shoving Angelica aside.


    Angelica went flying backward.


    Jupiter’s eyes widened. His movements were quick and decisive as he grabbed his pistol and fired at


    the man’s legs thrice./


    The man copsed to the ground after getting shot.


    Angelica hobbled over to the man, using her knee to pin him to the ground before she handcuffed him.


    The man gritted his teeth.


    There were three bullet wounds on his legs, and his jeans had be soaked with blood.


    The ambnce was already there.