“Yeah, I’m not!”
Nash sank into deep thought as he gazed at the raging fire.
Of all the times something could have happened to Purple Church, the incident urred now.
It looked like Lindon had escaped.
Lindon was an uneducated fop. Even if he had picked up some skills, he would not be particrly good
at them. Most churches had priests trained for battle guarding them, so how did Lindon manage to kill
over a dozen of them?
“Sir… All the priests are dead!”
A young inspector who had thrown a jacket over themselves ran out. There was a solemn expression
on their face as they said, “There were 36 people inside the church, and he killed them all!”
The inspectors standing nearby drew in sharp intakes of breath after hearing that.
“Gosh… That’s more than 30 people!”
“That’s not something an ordinary person can pull off!”
“How could these priests have managed to offend anyone?”
“You never know… I heard from my wife that Purple Church charges an exorbitant amount of money
for their essential oils. It’s possible they ended up crossing someone they shouldn’t have because of
these prices!”
“Why are you still talking? Go put the fire out!” a middle-aged inspector said coldly while ring at
them.
The young inspectors immediately fell silent and ran helter-skelter to help put the fire out.
Though there were no survivors, they still had to do their best to preserve the scene.
Nash took his phone out so that he could call Angelica.
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The middle-aged inspector put a hand out to halt Nash. “You seem very suspicious. Pleasee with
me so we can take your statement!”
“No time for that!”
Nash shoved the middle-aged inspector’s arm aside and continued walking away.
A cold look appeared in the middle-aged inspector’s eyes as he pped a hand onto Nash’s shoulder.
A gust of true energy shoved him aside.
An odd look appeared on the middle-aged inspector’s face.
Was he a martial artist?
What did that matter?
He still needed to be interrogated no matter if he was a martial artist or not.
He tookrge strides toward Nash and said, ““Either you tell me everything, or I’ll get my contacts at the
National Martial Bureau to track you down!”
Nash was already on the phone with Angelica, and when he heard the cacophony on the other end of
the line, he raised his voice. “Did you see anyone who seemed suspicious just now?”
“Huh?”
“What did you say?”
Angelica was watching a performance put on by a rock band dressed in odd clothing with Natalia.
The band’s lead singer strummed his guitar as he sang, “It doesn’t shine in the east, but it shines in the
west. I’m sunburnt, and I’m sad…”
Many members of the audience sang along.
It was way too noisy. Angelica had to walk away from the crowd and toward somewhere a little quieter
before she asked once more, “What did you say?”
Nash repeated his question.
“Suspicious-looking person?”
Angelica looked around her before saying sheepishly, “It’s packed here, so I… I wasn’t paying
attention…”
“Got it!”
Nash hung up the phone.
She had gone there to join in on the fun, so it was no surprise she had not been paying attention.
When the middle-aged inspector noticed Nash was done speaking on the phone, he asked, “So, can
you work with me now?”
Given the number of priests who died at Purple Church today, t was no doubt the incident would make
the headlines in Jonford tomorrow.
He would not let any potential leads slip past him.
Nash said tly, “Ask away, but I don’t have much time!”
“Who are you, and what are you doing here?”
“My name is Nash Calcraft, and I’m here because I’m looking for Lindon Carter!”
“Please do not make a fool of me. I don’t have the time to listen to your nonsense!”
An ugly look loomed over the middle-aged inspector’s features.” Lindon Carter died from gunshot
wounds three years ago!”
Nash could not be bothered to continue exining himself and sprinted away into the darkness.
“Stop…”
The middle-aged inspector immediately ran after him.
However, after running for a short while, he realized he could not even catch a glimpse of Nash
anymore.
After putting some distance between them, Nash called Walter on the phone.
He needed to pull the surveince footage of Purple Church and the surrounding areas.
Conflict would probably arise if he went to speak to the relevant personnel in charge of security at
these areas himself, hence he needed Walter’s help in gaining ess.
There was no one at the za near the entrance.
Angelica and Natalia had also been asked to leave the premises.
“What the hell? I just bought these entrance tickets!” “Exactly! Don’t you guys only close at ten
o’clock?”