Chapter-133

Sin's recollection led him to an unassuming, dimly lit alleyway. It was the kind of place that existed on the fringes of the city, away from the prying eyes of the law-abiding citizenry. Sin's contact, the man he believed could provide vital information about the underworld, had been elusive and enigmatic, a figure who thrived in the darker corners of society.

As Sin and Fatty Jack approached the designated location, Sin's mind revisited his interaction with this informant. When he was investigating a separate case, one that had led him deep into the criminal underbelly of the city. During that time, the informant had proven to be a valuable source of insider information, possessing a network that reached into the very heart of the criminal world.

Sin's hunch was that this man, with his extensive connections and knowledge, might have some insight into Lita's disappearance. It was a risky move, relying on a figure from the shadows, but desperate times called for unconventional measures.

The alleyway was bathed in a faint, eerie glow from the flickering neon signs of nearby businesses. Sin's footsteps echoed as he led Fatty deeper into the labyrinthine passage. The air was heavy with a sense of anticipation, and Fatty's presence beside him was a reminder of the urgency of their quest.

Finally, they arrived at a nondescript door, set into the brick wall of the alley. Sin hesitated for a moment, contemplating the risks involved in seeking help from such a clandestine source. However, he want to help a woman who was kidnapped by the possible criminal organization.

Sin wasted no time and proceeded to make his way to the house he had remembered from his memory recollection. He knew that time was of the essence, and the urgency of the situation pushed him forward. As he reached the doorstep, he took a deep breath, bracing himself for what lay ahead. With a firm, resounding knock, Sin rapped on the door.

Inside the house, the person who had been rudely awakened by the early-morning intrusion let out an audible curse. His voice, groggy and annoyed, cut through the silence of the dawn. "Who the heck is disturbing me at this ungodly hour?" he grumbled, clearly irritated at being torn from his dreams.

In the solitude of his slumber, he had been entwined in the sweet reverie of Mona Chan, his dreams a respite from the waking world. The intrusion had disrupted the blissful fantasy he had been lost in just moments earlier.

As the door creaked open, revealing Sin's determined visage, the man's annoyance quickly turned into shock. His eyes widened in surprise, and his expression transformed from one of irritation to one of reverence. Without a moment's hesitation, he bowed deeply, lowering his head to a 90-degree angle in a display of utmost respect and deference.

It was none other than Adrian, a figure Sin had crossed paths with during his previous investigations into the city's criminal underbelly. Adrian was known for his enigmatic and elusive nature, a shadowy informant who navigated the treacherous waters of the underworld with finesse. His network of connections and deep knowledge of the city's clandestine activities had made him a valuable source of information.

Adrian was the same young man who had once offended Eric on the Spirit God Tournament preliminary stage League 4.

Eric, had shown no mercy in the merciless duel. Eric mastery of his skill had been on full display, and he had swiftly and decisively thrashed Adrian.

However, what had followed the battle had been unexpected. Adrian, battered and humbled, had not harbored resentment or bitterness. Instead, he had recognized the depth of his own limitations and the magnitude of Eric's prowess. It was a turning point for Adrian, a moment of profound realization that had reshaped his path.

Swearing his unwavering loyalty to Sin, the young man had embarked on a journey of self-improvement and growth. He had sought to align himself with someone who could guide him, someone who could lead him on a path to becoming a better version of himself. In Sin, Adrian had found not only a mentor but also a figure of inspiration.

The transformation had been remarkable. Adrian had dedicated himself to honing his skills, absorbing knowledge, and cultivating the qualities that Sin had exemplified: determination, resourcefulness, and unwavering loyalty. Over time, he had become a valuable asset to Sin's endeavors, his network of connections expanding as he navigated the intricate web of the city's underground world.

Now, as Sin and Fatty Jack stood in Adrian's presence, the depth of his loyalty was evident. Without hesitation, he performed a 90-degree bow, a symbol of profound respect and devotion. It was a gesture that transcended mere formality.

Sin had approached Adrian with confidence, Adrian, still maintaining his bow of respect, spoke in hushed tones, "Forgive my earlier outburst, Master Sin. I was in the midst of a vivid dream and didn't expect such an early visitor. How may I be of service?"

Sin, appreciative of Adrian's willingness to assist despite the ungodly hour, straightened himself and replied, "Adrian, I have urgent need of your expertise and your connections. It concerns a matter of utmost importance—Lita Woodenburg's disappearance."

The mention of Lita's name seemed to register with Adrian, and a shadow of concern passed over his features. He nodded in understanding, gesturing for Sin and Fatty Jack to enter his modest abode. As they stepped inside, the door closing behind them.

Their meeting with Adrian marked the beginning of a complex and perilous journey into the heart of the city's underworld. It was a world where secrets held immense power, and trust was a rare and precious commodity. As Sin and Fatty Jack settled into Adrian's dimly lit living space, they knew that they were venturing into the unknown, where each revelation and discovery could bring them closer to unraveling the mystery of Lita's disappearance—or lead them deeper into the labyrinth of danger and deception that lurked in the shadows.