Chapter 171: Anthony Walmart

"Thank you, Ms. Agatha, I'm very satisfied."

After finalizing the deal with the man, York didn't rush to depart with the anxious man beside him. Instead, he admired the toy house in front of him, showing a look of satisfaction.

Ms. Agatha truly had skillful hands, in his view, this toy house in front of him was identical to the one at home, except it lacked a sealing function.

Seeing the priest observing non-stop, Agatha smiled indifferently, "As long as you're happy."

"Father? Are you going or not?" Nick said, somewhat irritably.

"Don't rush, Nick, being hasty can affect your mood for the entire day."

York smiled, placing the figurines inside the toy house leisurely.

This caused Nick to curse inwardly, feeling helpless and as if he had encountered his nemesis.

"Shit! With such a long journey, by the time we get there, it'll be night!"

Remembering the debt collection due tomorrow, he paced back and forth involuntarily.

When he couldn't stand it any longer and was about to speak out, the priest in front of him finally clapped his hands, putting the large toy house into a box.

"Ms. Agatha, I'll transfer the money to your account."

Ms. Agatha nodded.

Seeing this, under Nick's hopeful and relieved gaze, York picked up the box, gestured to Ms. Agatha, and then headed for the door.

"Let's go, Nick, it's time for us to leave."

"Shit!"

Nick followed behind, not daring to voice his inner thoughts at the broad figure ahead.

"You realize now it's time to leave?"

At this moment, it was exactly three o'clock. York, carrying the toy house, walked out of the antique shop, glancing at the street.

The number of passersby had obviously increased, and those passing by cast curious glances at him.

He wondered if it was because of his priest attire or his physique.

"Father, where are you going to put this thing? Listen, we can't miss the subway, otherwise..."

Hearing Nick's words behind him, York walked towards a parked Ford Raptor on the street.

"Nick, don't worry, I actually drove here."

Nick, following the direction of the priest, saw the dark muscle car parked ahead and couldn't help but let out a self-mocking laugh.

"Tmd..."

"So, all these items were found in the mystery box warehouse you run?"

Sitting in the driver's seat, York asked somewhat surprised,

He had thought Nick had stumbled upon an abandoned cult base and picked these items for free, but to think these cult artifacts were found in a mystery box warehouse.

A mystery box warehouse refers to rental storage spaces that have been long unclaimed or unrented, allowing the rental company to repurpose these as waste and publicly auction them off among tenants.

This satisfied some people's gambling and treasure-hunting instincts.

From Nick's description, the auctioneering company would entice bidders by allowing a brief preview of the storage contents before auctioning, leaving it to luck whether valuable items could be found, as everyone had been allowed a peek.

This did not match his expectations, considering the complete set of items was not something one person could possess, let alone stored in a warehouse, unclaimed for a long period.

"That was an old man's storage, he died!"

Nick, sitting in the passenger seat, perhaps because York was a priest, shared a bit more information coldly.

"I spent a whole four hundred dollars to win this storage."

York thought for a moment, "Do you know the old man's name?"

"Name?" Nick frowned, but perhaps recalling something, his expression relaxed, and he started to haggle with York, boldly saying.

"One thousand dollars!"

Good grief...

York wasn't sure how to feel, "Go ahead."

Nick revealed a triumphant smile, "That old man's name seemed to be Anthony, yes, Anthony Walma."

"Anthony Walma?"

York confirmed with Nick, controlling the steering wheel with his left hand, picking up the phone placed in the holder with his right.

This was when Hannah, the beautiful hacker, should step in. Having cooperated for a long time, Hannah, who claimed to be an information broker, was more trustworthy, faster, and more attuned to what he needed than official organizations.

[Help me look up this person, Anthony Walma.] The message was sent with a click.

In a room where all light was blocked by curtains, leaving only the glow of a laptop, Hannah, with lifeless eyes and legs propped up on a chair, moved her hands rapidly on the keyboard, her fingers casting shadows under the light.

Ding-dong, a sudden sound on the desktop made her stop.

Hannah looked over, her dull eyes instantly becoming sharp.

"Another one of these cases! Is this guy always looking for trouble? But, how much does he owe me again?"

"Hmph! One day I'll have to visit Pluto Church to settle our accounts!"

Murmuring filled the room, while the protagonist put the phone back in the holder, ignoring Nick's expression and gently pressed the accelerator.

According to the navigation, the distance was indeed far.

The location was in Massachusetts, neighboring New York State, nearly three hundred kilometers away. At normal speed, it would take about five to six hours.

York glanced at the central console, checking the time.

It was already [15:23]

"We won't arrive until at least eight or nine o'clock tonight."

Thinking this, York felt somewhat apologetic towards Bella and Ms. Camille, as today was the scheduled time.

"Ms. Camille should understand, as she's used to it, but I'm not sure if Bella will cry. I'll buy some gifts later to make it up to her."

Driving onto the straight highway, York pressed the accelerator to the floor.

Vroom! The Ford Raptor roared, unexpectedly surging forward without Nick's preparedness.

"Oh! Shit!"

Caught off guard, Nick leaned back, his eyes wide, his right hand searching for the handle above.

Speeding along, the distance and time rapidly decreased.

Even encountering traffic police along the way, York's priestly identity and relevant documents were enough to get by, showing Nick what privilege meant, and revealing the priest's seemingly complex background.

With law enforcement cameras present, some police weren't so easily dismissed.

Because of this, Nick inadvertently remembered the words in the antique shop, wondering if it was an illusion, but he felt that something might happen tonight.

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