Mystery: The arrival of the new Black Emperor

Xio tried his best to smile: "Maybe, maybe it's the gang's informant.

"You may not know it, but gangsters always keep an eye on strangers who come to the East District."

Hobert said, "It's better to be careful. Well, let's turn into the intersection ahead, find a place to hide, catch the stalker, and ask who his subordinate is."

"There is no need at all." Xiu said with a smile: "Don't worry, basically all the gangsters in the East District know me, no one dares to do anything to us!"

Hobert reminded: "But we were blackmailed just yesterday."

"Hahaha." Xio almost broke out in sweat: "That's because Darkholm has just become the boss and hasn't dealt with me yet."

Hobert looked at Xio's unnatural expression and nodded thoughtfully: "I probably understand."

When dividing the spoils with Xio last night, Hobert's trust in Xio was quite high. That was because he knew Xio's character through the original novel and he knew Xio quite well.

But he overlooked one thing: Xio may not trust him.

In Xio's eyes, for the sake of safety, of course he had to prevent Hobert from doing something that violated the law and morality for the sake of 1,600 pounds of property.

Hobert did not give any explanation. He believed that in a few days, Xio would know his credibility. After this incident, the two of them could establish enough trust.

Soon we arrived at No. 56 Gaspin Street, an ordinary residential building in the East End. It looked dilapidated and dirty from the outside, and the walls were peeling off in many places.

The two people came to room 303. At this time, everyone went to work, so Hobert and Xugh simply broke in again.

Just as Hobert expected last night, there were only a few dirty work clothes here, and it looked like no one had lived here for a long time.

This may be a small stronghold for Hyman, where he can change his clothes and carry out some operations in the East District calmly.

After confirming that there was nothing to gain, the two went to the Cuckoo Bar again. Duckholm was not there, but his subordinates immediately recognized Hobert and Hugh.

For a moment, the seven or eight villains were like rats that had found their nest, trying every possible means to escape from the various exits of the bar.

Xio kicked a escaping villain over, and after just a few threats, the villain immediately agreed to take them to their boss.

Duckholm's residence was much better than Weil's. At least it was clean, tidy, and had no peculiar smell.

When Duckholm saw Hobert and Hugh, he started to run away on crutches.

Xio said coldly: "Do you want me to break your other leg again?"

Darkholm stopped immediately, with a kind smile on his face: "How can I help you two?"

Seeing that Darkholm was quite sensible, Hobert pouted towards the door and said, "Why don't you invite us in for a cup of tea?"

Duckholm: "It's an honor."

While leading the way, he directed his subordinates to boil water and make tea.

Obviously Darkholm is a person who enjoys life. The house he lives in has a living room, a bedroom, and the decoration is pretty good. It doesn't look like it's in the East End.

Hobert sat down on the sofa and threw the letter in his arms to Darkholm: "Read it yourself."

Darkholm suddenly felt a bad omen. He jumped up and took the letter on the table. After looking at it for a few times, his expression changed drastically: "This, this is a letter from Boss Zachary!"

Hobert said leisurely: "Sorry, there was a mistake. This is the letter."

He threw Darkholm's letter to Hyman on the table. Darkholm only glanced at the envelope before falling down on the sofa.

The smile on Darkholm's face disappeared, and he asked with a sad face: "Mr. Heyman was caught by you?"

Hobert said vaguely: "I think you will be the real boss of the Cuckoo Bar from now on."

Darkholm was not only not happy, but also worried: "Well, then Zachary..."

This time Hobert said very firmly: "You will never see him again."

Duckholm leaned on the sofa and asked after a while: "What do you two want from me?"

"I want you to tell me how you met Heyman and why you followed Heyman's orders?"

"Sir, I have no choice." Darkholm smiled bitterly: "As far as I know, there are some mysterious supporters behind all the bars in the East District.

"They include ambassadors from various countries, noble gentlemen, people from the plateau, and even landowners from the southern continent."

What he calls "plateau people" refers to the dry plateau at the beginning of the Honakis Mountains. The people there are brave and good at fighting. For a long time in the past, they have been one of the most troublesome problems in the Loen Kingdom.

With the improvement of gunpowder weapons in the past century or two, these plateau talents were completely subjugated. Some of them entered Backlund, and because they dared to fight and kill, they quickly became distinctive gangsters in the East District.

Darkholm spread his hands: "There are too many people in the East District who have lost hope in life. They are very suitable to be spies or killers. Who can refuse such a cheap warrior who is not afraid of death?"

He said: “No one knows who opened the Cuckoo Bar, but Zachary has been the boss of the bar from a long time ago.

“Before Boss Zachary left, he took me to meet Mr. Hyman, and I learned that Mr. Hyman was the boss behind the bar.

"It's more like I'm working for Mr. Hyman, helping him collect some intelligence, running the bar's black market, and handing most of the bar's profits to Mr. Hyman.

"I once tried to falsify the accounts and keep part of the proceeds for myself, but Mr. Hyman immediately discovered my little trick and almost broke my right leg."

Of course it will be seen through, Heyman is an expert in deceiving people!

Hobert nodded. No wonder he saw that Darkholm's right leg seemed to be injured yesterday: "I also hope to know more of Heyman's hiding places."

He half-seriously said: "We destroyed several places, but we didn't find what we were looking for."

Duckholm immediately said: "56 Gaspin Street! I go there every week to hand in the bar's books and income."

Hobert shook his head: "We just came from there."

Xio on the side had been yawning as soon as she entered the door. At this time, when she saw that Hobert's tone was not good, she immediately became energetic, and finally came to her favorite part of forced confession.

Darkholm was a little panicked: "I, I know that place."

Hobert calmly took out "Holy Night Powder", "Amanda" hydrosol and other materials from his pocket: "I know a potion that can make your thinking like paste. At that time, I If you take the opportunity to ask a question, you will definitely answer it honestly.

"But unfortunately, from now on, your thinking will continue to be chaotic and you will become a madman!"

Hugh kept all of Hobert's words in mind. It must be said that Hobert's method of extracting confessions was very novel and greatly improved Hugh's aesthetics of violence when facing criminals.

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