Please listen to the voice of black magic

Uncle Mark's experience was actually not very complicated. Just like what he described, it was just bad luck.

"I'm a long-distance truck driver, and that's the main reason I'm in trouble..."

To put it simply, there was a batch of anesthetics hidden in the big truck that Mark drove that he did not know about.

This batch of anesthetics was supposed to be delivered to Kedax City without anyone knowing, but this batch disappeared.

Mark had no idea what was going on, because he didn't want to be associated with these things. He knew that some colleagues would take risks to engage in similar smuggling activities, and indeed there were quite high remunerations, but he was unwilling to take the risk.

He could be said to be clean and innocent. It would be better to say that he had no idea from the beginning that these things were mixed in during this cargo transportation journey.

"Those anesthetics are gone, that's what those bastards said just now... but I don't know where those things died!"

Mark was really in trouble and couldn't tell. He didn't know that such a thing happened from beginning to end. It wasn't until those bastards suddenly broke in, beat him severely and asked him why he was tortured. People beat.

"Of course those guys won't believe me. It's better to say that even if they do, they won't let me go...those damn gangsters just want money!"

Annan, who had a strange expression on his face, already understood what was going on.

Regardless of whether what this uncle said is true or not - just believe him - there is no doubt that he was threatened by the gang and was looking for trouble.

"Uncle, how much do they want?"

"……a lot of."

Mark did not give an exact amount, but considering that a whole batch of smuggled anesthetics was missing, no matter how small the quantity, it must be of considerable value.

According to the usual situation in this place, Annan felt that those gangsters just didn't kill Mark on the spot, so they were already good people.

"Uncle, call the police."

Annan proposed a very reasonable approach here.

If Mark was really completely unaware of this, then he had nothing to be afraid of and could just call the police.

But of course this is impossible.

"No, even if the police are willing to accept the case, even if those bastards are arrested, I'm afraid we won't be able to live here anymore..."

If calling the police was useful, Mark would go to the police immediately.

But Mark, who has lived in this somewhat chaotic country since he was a child, knew very well that if he had the courage to call the police, those gangsters would kidnap his daughter on the street and break into the school to kidnap his nephew.

"Even if those guys are caught, they will soon come out of the police station. Even if they are convicted, only one of them will be. The other accomplices will definitely seek revenge from us... It is not possible to call the police. Give them money.”

Mark actually didn't want to tell his nephew, who had just grown up yesterday, such a thing.

But seeing Annan's serious eyes, Mark felt for the first time that his nephew had grown up, or that he could let him know the truth.

Although, even if you tell the story, it probably won't change anything.

"Uncle, who are those guys?"

Annan wanted to apply medicine to the beaten Mark, but in the end he gave up. Although the injury from the beating did not look serious, it was better to go to the hospital for a checkup.

"God knows……"

Mark shook his head.

"I don't know them. Those bastards came to me right away and asked me where the goods were. How should I know..."

"Uncle, let's go to the hospital to see a doctor first."

Annan pushed Mark out who didn't want to go to the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, Annan left Mark waiting for treatment, while he left happily.

"Those gangsters don't have guns, so they don't look like big gangsters."

Annan paid careful attention to the equipment of those people at that time. Although those guys had knives and sticks on their bodies, they did not have the standard firearms of professional gang members.

"Maybe he's at the bottom of the gang, or maybe he's someone who has found an opportunity in the current chaos and wants to make a fortune. Well, let's find professionals."

Annan found a phone booth on the roadside and made a call to a familiar detective.

Fortunately for him, Mr. Detective was still at the office and answered the phone quickly.

"...See you later."

Within a few words, Annan made an appointment with the detective to meet immediately.

Forty-five minutes or so later, Annan arrived at Antonio's detective agency by car.

Antonio's detective agency is very close to the slums, only three streets apart.

Annan estimated that the rent here was very cheap, because the building of the detective agency was really dilapidated, and there were only stairs to go up.

After climbing six flights of stairs, Annan finally arrived at Antonio's small private detective agency.

"You said there is something you want me to investigate?"

As soon as you open the door, less than five steps ahead is the detective's desk.

As expected, this detective agency is really small.

Annan closed the door and sat across from the detective.

"Yes, that's what happened..."

Annan briefly told the detective about his previous experience.

"I understand, you want me to investigate the whereabouts of those gangsters... So, what are you going to do after I find them?"

Antonio stared into the black eyes of the boy in front of him.

"Find a way to deal with them? How can these guys who come looking for trouble easily give in? There is no benefit in keeping them. Being kind-hearted will only make them seek revenge in the future."

Antonio narrowed his eyes slightly.

"...You want to borrow Roderick's men?"

"Of course not. It's not appropriate for Roderick to make any moves recently. I plan to handle it myself."

"What if, as a result of my investigation, your uncle is lying?" Antonio asked.

"It's all the same. Anyway, the fact that people are looking for trouble has not changed. Those guys know my uncle's address and probably know where my cousin lives. We need to take a preemptive strike here."

"..."

Antonio closed his eyes and was silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the boy with a normal expression.

"I will investigate and I will give you an answer as soon as possible...can you handle it?"

"certainly."

Annan smiled confidently.

"No one will be able to discover it, and the White Knight will not notice it. Everything will disappear in the shadows, no problem."

"……So much the better."

Antonio hesitated for a few seconds, but finally spoke calmly.

"If you need my help, you must tell me. I don't want to leave any traces... In short, I will start investigating for you now. Just wait for my news."