In the commanding room atop the western frontier, Robin Bailey stood as Conrad Reid reported, “That man, indeed spoke the truth. We checked everything one by one. We followed the road leading to Bole Village, but once we entered the large county, we lost track. However, since there are white people, it’s highly likely that they are hiding, perhaps among those eighteen families mentioned by the fat man.”
“We have been investigating those eighteen families, but per your orders, we cannot reveal our identities, so it will take some time,” Conrad Reid explained slowly.
“How long will it take?” Robin Bailey asked, hands behind his back.
“At most ten days,” Conrad Reid hesitated, stating like it was a military document.
“Ten days,” Robin Bailey looked at the map in front of him, the map of the entire western province, then continued, “The biggest advantage of the Shadow Killers organization is their secrecy. However, they do not know that I have discovered them. This is their most fatal flaw. In this western province, I have three hundred thousand elite soldiers and seven hundred thousand regular soldiers. What chance do the Shadow Killers have against me as long as we determine their whereabouts…”
Catching fish in a jar.
It could be said like this.
The biggest strength of the Shadow Killers lies in their secrecy, but this western province is the trap set by Robin Bailey for them.
Once trapped, the Shadow Killers will be in Robin Bailey’s grasp.
However, the timing of discovery was the key.
“Shadow Five, Shadow Seven,” Robin Bailey pronounced these two names with a touch of killing intent in his eyes. This organization, if it hadn’t come to Kisia to cause trouble, he might have let it be. But with Kisia’s involvement, it was a different story.
I must destroy them.
The battle in the South Province could very well have been driven by the Shadow Killers.
After all, both the Harding family and the Templars were brought down by the Shadow Killers.
From that battle onwards, Kisia and the Shadow Killers became bitter enemies.
“But, ten days,” Robin Bailey mentioned the ten days, a trace of nostalgia flickering in his eyes.
Because, his mother’s death anniversary was approaching.
In just a few days.
His mother had died in this western province all those years ago.
“Conrad, continue the investigation. I need to pay my respects to my mother,” Robin Bailey waved his hand.
Conrad Reid fell silent for a moment before asking, “Should our army escort you?”
“No need, my mother prefers peace,” Robin Bailey shook his head, then left with Jeff Reczek.
Soon, Jeff Reczek arrived with a new car, picked up Robin Bailey, and they departed for Yushan City. It was the city where Robin Bailey and his mother had ended up after pleading with the Bailey clan and failing to find forgiveness, leading to their wandering. It was where his mother fell ill and passed away. Following that, Robin Bailey wandered to Stillwater.
Yushan City held painful memories for Robin Bailey.
He only wanted to visit his mother alone.
“Boss, look, there’s Fatty Wong,” Jeff Reczek suddenly pointed outside.
Robin Bailey glanced and saw a bruised, shabby, slightly overweight man, stumbling down the road with the support of a woman.
“There’s a car, hey, stop,” Fatty Wong also saw the car.
He was almost in tears.
He’d been beaten and thrown out by the villagers, genuinely bruised and battered. No one helped him afterward, even when his car tire burst and his phone had no battery left. When he asked for help, they ignored him.
In this unfamiliar place, he didn’t know who to call.
So, he had no choice but to walk back. It took him hours, and he was exhausted, thirsty, and in pain, almost fainting. When a car passed by, he was overjoyed.
Saved.
He didn’t have to walk anymore.
However, when Robin Bailey rolled down the car window, Fatty Wong’s face turned pale. Of course, he knew who this person was. He also learned from the villagers that this man had caused the trouble. He even bragged to Opal, claiming they wet themselves out of fear.
Fatty Wong turned away, covering his face and hastily denying, “I am not Jeffrey Wong, I am not Jeffrey Wong, I am not Jeffrey Wong.”
He was ashamed.
He couldn’t show his face.
Robin Bailey smiled and said, “Alright, we’ll be on our way,” before driving off.
Regret engulfed Fatty Wong at that moment. He turned back and frantically shouted, “Wait, wait, it’s me, it’s me.”
But the car had already gone far.
In reality, even if the car hadn’t gone far, Robin Bailey might not have given him a ride anyway. The audacity of asking to stop without any polite request rubbed him the wrong way, suggesting a hint of robbery. Even as a regular person, faced with such an attitude, he wouldn’t have stopped.
The guy needed to learn some manners.
As Fatty Wong continued to shout, he realized the car had gone too far. He sighed, “They’ve gone too far.”
Opal, who was nearby, exploded in anger, “Fatty Wong, you really didn’t catch a ride with them? Do you have any idea how long I’ve been walking? I’m wearing heels, damn it.”
Opal couldn’t contain her fury, lifting her high heels and hitting him with it.
She had assumed he’d easily hitch a ride, but their encounter turned embarrassing. After all, it was only Fatty Wong who wet himself.
Eventually, they didn’t get a ride, not the other way around.
That was too much.
Even Jeffrey Wong didn’t get a ride.
Fatty Wong was furious.
Grabbing Opal’s hand, he startled her, but then said, “Let’s head back to Yushan City. That’s my territory, where the big shots are my brothers, much better than here.”
“O… okay,” Opal was taken aback, nodding repeatedly.
As Fatty Wong looked in the direction Robin Bailey had left, a look of resentment appeared in his eyes, “Two paupers, I hope I don’t run into you in Yushan City. Otherwise, hah, you’ll see.”
Yushan City is my turf.