Chapter 86: Willard Smith and Merit

Chapter 86: Willard Smith and Merit

That night.

In his courtyard pavilion, Alexander was reading when his phone buzzed with a message from Vincent.

"Big brother, my sister is making a move.

Inspector Jonathan doesn't want to leave Bluewater easily, so my sister plans to sell out Willard Smith.

Do you know who Willard Smith is?

He's the idiot who was rude to you a few days ago.

I have the evidence against Willard. My sister wants me to be the one to catch him personally."

Alexander read the message, a slight smile forming on his lips.

Inspectors usually handle matters on their own, even officers don't typically need assistance, so why would Vincent, just a security chief, be tasked with an arrest?

The only reason could be that Welma wants Vincent to gain some credit.

Welma, always thinking of her dear brother.

This was an unexpected surprise!

Alexander replied: "Go ahead. I don't like him."

The response came back almost immediately: "Don't worry, big brother. Insulting you is like slapping me! I'll finish him off!"

Alexander put down his phone, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, and from the rooftop of a nearby traditional pavilion, a figure with wings descended.

"Master Alex." Jack stood respectfully by Alexander's side.

Alexander took out a small piece of Blue Silver Grass:

"Take this to the Beast King; his prized disciple should get to work."

Jack took the Blue Silver Grass, feeling a strange urge rising from deep within. It was a powerful craving for strength, a feeling that he knew consuming the grass would increase his power. But he didn't dare act on it, stifling the impulse, saluting Alexander, then soaring into the sky.

The next morning, a middle-aged man named David stood waiting outside the North District security office.

Willard Smith was his brother-in-law, once the owner of an illegal gas company on Central Avenue.

Yes, the same one Ethan Blake blew up.

"Sir, Officer Willard usually comes in late. Sometimes he doesn't come at all, so maybe don't wait here," a female officer kindly advised David at the door.

David glanced at her: "He's my brother-in-law. I messaged him. If he's available, he'll meet me."

Seeing no success in her persuasion, the female officer returned to her post.

Lately, Officer Willard had been acting odd; he hadn't shown up to work for three days. Calls went unanswered, and texts were ignored. Anyone unaware might think he'd gotten into trouble and was detained.

That afternoon, Willard finally walked into the office in his uniform.

David's face lit up at the sight and quickly approached him:

"Willard, where have you been? Your sister has been calling you nonstop."

Willard raised an eyebrow: "What are you doing here?"

David patted his briefcase with a grin: "Brought you something."

Ignoring him, Willard spoke to a female officer: "Send any unfinished cases to my office.

Get the meeting room ready. We'll meet at 3:30.

The North District's security needs a new plan."

Only then did he turn to David: "Let's talk in my office."

David, all smiles, followed him in, while the female officer stood there in confusion.

Willard had been in the security office for over a month, yet never showed any interest in North District's security!

On the rare days he did come to work, he'd spend his time playing games in the office. Today, was the sun rising in the west?

...

Chief's Office

Willard Smith sat in his chair, lighting a cigarette, and gestured to David, "Sit down. What's the matter? Speak."

David, grinning, pulled out several bundles of cash from his briefcase and pushed them toward Willard. He knew his brother-in-law all too well — greedy to the core. As long as there was money, there was nothing he wouldn't do.

David assumed that Willard would take the job as eagerly as he used to, but he didn't notice the fleeting displeasure in Willard's eyes.

David leaned back casually across from Willard and explained, "My company got blown up by the Security Bureau, right? I feel like the old property's location had bad feng shui, so I sold it and scouted a new shop in the North District. Problem is, the current owner doesn't want to sell to me."

"I was hoping you could help out, maybe even get the price down a bit," David said, his intentions clear.

Was he asking Willard to negotiate? No, he wanted Willard to use his authority to scare them off and grab the property without spending a dime! David figured it was better to give his brother-in-law a little bribe than spend all that money on the shop. A win-win.

To his surprise, Willard's face contorted in rage! Slamming his hands on the desk, he roared, "David! Who do you think I am? A bandit? A thug? I'm an official here, understand? You think I'd do something like this? If you weren't my brother-in-law, I'd have you arrested on the spot!"

David was dumbfounded.

They'd done things like this before, so why was it different this time?

Willard flung a teacup at David. "Take your filthy money and get out!"

Without another word, David hastily gathered the cash and fled the security office, not daring to look back. Once outside, he called his wife, "Honey, your brother has gone mad."

…

In the chief's office, Willard held an ancient scroll given to him by an old beggar, titled Merlin's Core Formation Technique.

He'd been diligently studying it day and night, but he couldn't make sense of its teachings. Terms like "immortal veins," "spiritual roots," and "Five Elements Great Pact" were beyond his understanding.

At times, he doubted his talent, despite his master telling him he was gifted, even destined to wield powerful magic!

Last night, he renewed his determination and revisited the Merlin's Core Formation Technique.

He made a major discovery! On the last page, there was a line that essentially said: magic requires good blessings, as they enhance wisdom and increase the chances of success.

Willard finally understood.

As chief of the North District, he held a unique advantage for both good and bad deeds! So, today, he'd returned to the office, intending to show his talents and rack up good blessings.

When David offered him money, he felt an intense revulsion. David was blocking his path to true power! His mindset had shifted; he suddenly found those bribes repulsive.

He was destined to be a master of magic — who cared about this petty cash? Once he achieved his power, he'd have everything he desired; who would care for these worldly trinkets?

Willard closed the Merlin's Core Formation Technique and opened the case files the female officer had brought in.

Brimming with enthusiasm, he reviewed each case, only to feel deflated.

Every case was incredibly challenging.

How on earth did Ethan Blake manage to solve every case he touched?

He couldn't even see where to start.

Fortunately, there was a meeting scheduled soon. He'd let everyone brainstorm solutions for these cases during the meeting.

Willard patted the hefty stack of case files, thinking, If I solved all these cases, how much good blessings would I accumulate?

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