10. Resentment and Anger

The tall, thin man's name was Nelson.

Although he had already prepared to kill everyone present, he didn't expect it to be under such circumstances.

He thought that as long as he pretended to be a detective and used a mix of soft and hard tactics, they would obediently hand over Jimmy, and then they would find their own way to get the information they wanted from his mind.

Now, the process just became a bit more complicated.

Ogden, the fat middle-aged man, was indeed a decent swordsman. If an ordinary person was hit by his attack, even if they didn't die, they would be paralyzed all over.

But his companion Peter was no ordinary person. Even if a high-caliber rifle was fired at his chest, he would only step back two steps.

The little girl was indeed of a special identity, having a magical tool, but as long as they did things cleanly, someone would naturally take on the anger of those nobles for them.

It was unexpected that the mayor really couldn't handle them. The demon hunter Hewitt he introduced to them for the first time was indeed a little capable, being able to see through their ulterior motives.

However, after all, Hewitt was just an ordinary person. He couldn't possibly imagine beings like them that transcended humanity.

Hewitt pressed his own chest, looking at Nelson in disbelief:

"Am I going to die? Ah..."

Nelson grinned smugly:

"The consequence of meddling is to forfeit one's life. Now, it's time to clean up the scene. The murderer dared to kill him during the banquet held by the Ogden family and demon hunter Hewitt. The diligent detective arrived too late, speaking of which, why is Peter taking so long?"

"Uh, ah, ah." Hewitt still held onto his chest, seriously performing.

Nelson's smile gradually disappeared, realizing that an ordinary person couldn't possibly have their heart shot at and still be alive for so long.

"Are you playing me?" Nelson said angrily.

Hewitt didn't hide, partly to use the pistol to save Ogden's life.

Furthermore, although it would indeed cause him some harm, it wouldn't pose a real threat to his life, nor affect his ability to act.

His injury was not due to his heart being pierced; the pain he had already experienced for a long time.

"That's right." The demon hunter let go of his hand, took his revolver out, and a small metal ball fell out of his pocket as well.

However, Nelson suddenly stopped being angry and said with a smile:

"We are members of the White Lion Club. Perhaps you and I can come to an agreement?"

It was Hewitt's turn to be surprised. He had indeed heard of the White Lion Club. It was said that the elites of various industries and the nobles of the Ingris Kingdom were members of the club, but the White Lion Club was extremely mysterious, and no one knew how they chose their members or why those people joined.

Some people said that the President of the White Lion Club possessed mysterious powers that attracted so many people to join.

In order to show his friendliness, Nelson willingly removed his disguise.

The color of his skin all over his body slowly faded, and his flexible human skin became icy and hard. The temperature of the air dropped instantly by several degrees.

Nelson turned completely pale blue, his skin like a combination of ice and rocks, his eye sockets flickering with blue flames.

Hewitt said doubtfully:

"I don't remember the Subspecies of Frost Giants having the ability to disguise."

Nelson was startled, and he said:

"Frost Giant? What is that? I am a prestigious member of the Blue Blood."

Without continuing to waste words, Hewitt pointed the revolver at Nelson.

Although Nelson was confident in himself, his habitual caution prompted him to swiftly dodge to the side.

The bullet grazed his left arm, leaving a bloody mark.

Nelson looked around. Since Hewitt was not easy to deal with, he chose an easier target.

That's the advantage of being a villain, using the most despicable means without anyone finding it strange.

Nelson looked at Rebecca and Nellie, not hiding the threat in his tone:

"Hewitt, do you want to continue fighting me? If this goes on, it is possible that the ladies will get hurt.

"And it won't be long before my fellow Peter will be back. Although that old man is more difficult than expected, Peter is a monster that even I am unwilling to confront head-on."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue Magical Aura erupted from the ground. Arcane energy formed a semicircle enveloping the ground, surrounding Nellie, Rebecca, and Jimmy.

Next, the light disappeared, and the three people encircled were lost from view.

Hewitt calmly said:

"You can't inflict fatal injuries on anyone present here. My gun is inscribed with ancient runes, and as long as one bullet hits you, your soul will be devoured. You felt it just now, that sense of danger."

Nelson listened to Hewitt's words and was silent for a moment.

There was no need to take risks for a potentially inaccurate piece of information...

"If you are so confident, why do you still say so much? In fact, you are not sure you can beat me."

Hewitt said:

"I can kill you, then Ogden would die. Now make your companion leave him, then I won't kill you. How about that?"

There was a momentary struggle in Nelson's eyes, then he sneered and said:

"Fine, you win. I will have him throw that fat pig to the doorway. But next time, you will regret your excessive kindness today, and we won't underestimate you again.

"You have lost the hope of victory for the sake of a middle-aged man."

After speaking, Nelson slowly left the house.

It was only when they confirmed their withdrawal that Hewitt's chest suddenly trembled, letting out the already decayed, black blood.

Hela quickly ran over, her face full of worry and heartache as she looked at Hewitt:

"Hewitt, are you in pain?"

Hewitt nonchalantly wiped the blood away:

"I'm fine. The most important thing now is to find Ogden."

However, when they went out, they found that Ogden and another detective had both disappeared. Judging by the traces of the fight, the two of them should have left for a while already.

Hewitt said:

"Let's go and find Ogden."

A long and futile search.

About an hour later.

Hewitt brought Hela back home, and the people who had just disappeared were also here.

At this moment, Nellie was quietly comforting her distraught mother, while little Jimmy was tight-lipped and silent.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find Ogden. I've informed the people in town about his disappearance, and they're organizing a patrol team."

Jimmy pleaded almost desperately:

"Can't we keep searching? There's still time."

Hewitt shook his head:

"If I couldn't find him in one hour, then ten hours would be the same."

He had a better way to find Ogden.

Jimmy's volume was slightly out of control:

"He's my father, I beg you Hewitt!"

Hewitt shook his head:

"Even if I search for longer, it won't be of any use, do you understand, Jimmy?"

Jimmy looked up at Hewitt's calm face:

"If you don't dare to search, then I'll go myself!"

Hewitt raised his hand to block the direction Jimmy was going.

Jimmy scolded angrily:

"If you don't have the courage to face those things, at least don't stop me!"

Hela angrily showed her fangs:

"Hewitt is injured!"

Hewitt waved his hand to interrupt Hela's words, explaining:

"If continuing to search was useful, I would continue. I'm planning to try other methods."

Jimmy clenched his fists and said nothing.

If he had gone with those two people back then, would everything have turned out better? Maybe his father wouldn't have had an accident either.

Jimmy stared at Hewitt and asked:

"Why did you stop me? Why didn't you save my father? If you didn't do anything, maybe no one would have been hurt."

Nellie spoke up to refute:

"Not just Hewitt, none of us would let an unknown person take you into danger."

Hewitt said:

"I know better than you who those people are. They'll pry open your skull, take out your brain, and see what secrets are hidden inside."

Jimmy roared angrily:

"If you didn't do anything, it should have been me who was in danger. Why did you let my father die for me?"

"Enough!" Nellie yelled angrily, pushing Jimmy away. "The one who hurt Father wasn't Hewitt, it was the bad people who hurt him."

Jimmy suddenly realized that he didn't recognize Nellie anymore. In his eyes, this bossy sister of his was only good for gossiping with her girlfriends.

But at this moment, Nellie was like a fierce lioness, ready to pounce and tear her prey to shreds at any time.

"Don't lash out at those who don't want to hurt you, like a coward." Nellie said, one word at a time.

At this moment, the girl's tone no longer held the usual indulgence:

"If you really want to hate someone, then hate those evildoers who broke into our house, not blame others for not doing enough."

Jimmy opened his mouth, wanting to refute.

But he didn't dare.