Ke-style law enforcement officers

There is a reward in Chapter 57.

The following day, at the law enforcement office.

Milo received the revolver and had just stepped into the office, thinking about sweeping the ash-covered floor, when a law enforcement officer from the reception area came over to inform him:
"Milo, someone outside wants to see you."

"see me?"

……

Upon arriving at the law enforcement hall, Milo discovered that he did not recognize the visitor.

This was a thin, middle-aged man dressed in a suit, holding a simple black cane, wearing a top hat, and sporting a friendly smile.

"May I ask who it is?"

“Officer, there are a few small matters that I need to consult you on. I might need to trouble you to come with me, if you don’t mind.”

The middle-aged man handed Milo a card with a gold-rimmed border, his tone and attitude being very humble and polite.

Milo glanced at the words on the card: Hedonistic House - Jonathan.

"You're not here to collect a debt, are you? I didn't drink any of your wine yesterday."

“No, no, no, please don’t misunderstand. It’s our honor to provide services for someone like you. Hmm… how about we discuss the specific details when we get to our destination?” Jonathan waved his hands repeatedly, afraid that Milo would misunderstand.

"Let's go."

Although Milo had his doubts, he couldn't guess the other party's intentions for the time being.

……

After getting into Jonathan's carriage, Milo and the others traveled to a mansion in the city center.

Throughout the journey, Jonathan did his best to express how much respect and humility the Pleasure House had for the law enforcement system, and that Milo could contact him directly using the method on the card if he had any requests in the future.

Milo couldn't figure out what the polite middle-aged man in front of him was up to, but he could sense that Jonathan was definitely not as simple as he seemed on the surface.

The mansion is located in the most bustling area of ​​the city center. Its overall architectural style blends the aesthetic styles of various eras, with large-scale reliefs, glass decorations, and pointed towers, exuding elegance and luxury.

However, the interior of the mansion was not so beautiful.

As soon as Milo stepped into the hall, he smelled a faint scent of blood in the air.

He instinctively put his hand on the revolver.

Jonathan remained calm and pressed his hands down in front of him: "Please don't be nervous. Please believe that everything we do is for the benefit of a law enforcement officer like you."

……

In the center of the living room, a woman was kneeling.

A sharp dagger was embedded in the palm of her left hand, its tip stuck in the carpet.

The woman was curled up and kneeling on the ground, trembling from time to time. The intense pain made her sob uncontrollably, but it was clear that she was trying her best to suppress her sobs.

Blood flowed between her fingers, staining a large area of ​​the carpet red.

Although the woman had her head down and her long hair was loose, Milo recognized her at a glance.

The woman was Eileen, who had entertained Milo at the pleasure house the previous night.

Compared to her captivating charm last night, she was now utterly disheveled.

"This is vigilante justice."

Milo glanced at Jonathan beside him.

Jonathan walked straight to the sofa at the front of the hall, politely gestured for Milo to sit down, and began to explain:
“According to contract law, she has already given her body to the pleasure house. Within ten years of the contract taking effect, the pleasure house has the right to impose minor punishments on her misconduct. Please don’t worry, this is not illegal vigilante justice and does not conflict with the judgment sickle totem on your body. Mr. Valrokan, would you like something to drink?”

Jonathan spoke casually, clearly having done this countless times before.

“I don’t understand what you mean.” Milo glanced warily around the living room, but found no one else.

"Please let me explain."

Jonathan rested his hands on the table and said calmly:
"The Entertainment House has clear regulations that staff must unconditionally comply with the needs of guests, especially when dealing with a distinguished guest like yourself. However, as far as I know, your entertainment last night did not go smoothly. On behalf of the Entertainment House, I would like to express my sincere apologies for our poor service."

"Just because of that?" Milo sat down on the sofa on the left, his brows furrowed slightly.

"of course not."

Jonathan shook his head, his gaze turning icy cold as it fell on Eileen, his tone becoming chilling:

"To the best of my knowledge, after you left the Pleasure House, she had brief contact and conversations with some of Dylan Sherman's entourage. For your privacy and for the sake of the Pleasure House's friendship with the law enforcement system, I must ensure that her actions do not cause you any inconvenience."

When Jonathan mentioned that Eileen had been in contact with Dylan's entourage, Milo's eyes sharpened.

Although it was only for a moment, Jonathan noticed the change in Milo's eyes.

Jonathan continued:

"But don't worry, I've roughly figured out what happened, but I haven't found out exactly what she talked about with the Sherman family. My opinion is, let's wait and see what you decide."

"That's quite a show of sincerity," Milo nodded noncommittally.

“Of course,” Jonathan smiled. “If you feel it’s necessary, we can even help you get rid of this woman…”

"No...please, don't kill me! I didn't say anything...I really didn't say anything..."

Eileen, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised her head and pleaded with Milo and Jonathan, sobbing. Milo didn't respond to Eileen's pleas, but instead turned to Jonathan: "Aren't you also curious about what I did at the pleasure house last night?"

“I don’t want to know at all.” Jonathan shook his head calmly. “Enforcers don’t need to explain their actions to us ordinary citizens.”

Milo thought for a moment, glanced at Eileen on the ground, and asked Jonathan, "So what is your purpose in doing all this?"

“The Pleasure House needs the friendship of the newly promoted law enforcement officers,” Jonathan said without any attempt to hide his intentions.

“I’m just a low-ranking law enforcement officer,” Milo shook his head.

“But you are an independent candidate handpicked by the inspector, and you are the top scorer in this year’s law enforcement assessment. We… value long-term investment,” Jonathan explained.

"Are they that well-informed?" Milo asked thoughtfully.

"This shouldn't be considered a secret anymore," Jonathan said with a shrug and a smile.

"Collusion between officials and businessmen?"

“No, no, no, that’s too awful. This is… my personal friendship with you, Mr. Valrocan.”

“Alright, since you’re so sincere, leave her to me. But I quite like her, and I hope she’ll be the one to greet me next time I go to the pleasure house,” Milo replied.

“No problem at all. As I said before, I’m at your mercy.” Jonathan smiled.

……

Milo moved to a different spot and casually sat down on the carpet in front of Eileen.

He pulled the dagger that had pierced Eileen's hand out.

The latter trembled all over in pain, but she dared not move, kneeling on the spot while covering her hands.

Milo looked at the half-dried blood on the dagger and the gruesome wound on Eileen's hand, and muttered to himself:
"Looks like you'll need to get another tattoo."

"Thank you... thank you..." Eileen's face was pale.

Jonathan straightened his collar, picked up his cane, and left the hall. Before leaving, he only said to Milo, "You are welcome to use this room as you please. Have fun, Mr. Valrocan."

……

After Jonathan left, Milo didn't get up. He just fiddled with the dagger in his hand, looking at Eileen as if she needed something.

Something strange happened today.

He didn't believe Jonathan's words. Milo still needed to verify with old Theon about the relationship between the pleasure house and the law enforcement system. But in fact, he felt that old Theon might not be able to believe him completely either, after all, he had met old Theon in the pleasure house last night.

Judging from Jonathan's tone, he could kill Eileen at any time.

Who gave him the audacity to believe he could kill someone in front of a law enforcement officer?
……

"You yourself said that doing bad things will lead to a terrible death."

Milo held the dagger with two fingers, glancing down at Eileen's pale face: "Lift your head up."

Eileen slowly raised her head. Her makeup was completely ruined, with tear stains and bloodstains intertwined, making her look pitiful.

“I didn’t… I really didn’t. After you left, Dylan’s entourage came to me. They saw law enforcement officers coming and going from the tower, and they saw me with you… I really didn’t tell them anything, believe me, I really…”

Every word Eileen uttered trembled slightly, her pupils dilated from the massive blood loss.

Despite her pitiful state, Milo didn't let Eileen get up. He used Eileen's dress to wipe his fingerprints off the dagger before finally placing it on the ground and slowly speaking:
"See, wouldn't you say I saved your life?"

"Thank you...really..." Eileen sobbed.

"Then think about it, you didn't provide me with adequate service yesterday for some reason, shouldn't you make up for it?" Milo asked without changing his expression.

“I…” Eileen looked at the wound on her hand, a hint of fear flickering in her eyes.

She had seen many strange and perverted customers at the pleasure house, people with all sorts of unusual fetishes. One type of person, in particular, was extremely aroused by bloody scenes...

Eileen was terrified, but she gritted her teeth and fought back fiercely:

"I can do anything for you!"

When she said those words, she probably already knew how miserable her fate would be.

But she had no choice but to do this in order to survive.

……

"No, what are you thinking about?"

Milo observed the changes in Eileen's expression and roughly guessed what she was thinking.

Do I look that much like a pervert?

Eileen stared blankly at Milo, unsure of what to say.

……

"Here's what you're doing: first go to the hospital to get your wound treated, and then... tomorrow night, go back to the pleasure house. There's something I need you to do for me."

"There will be a reward if you do well."

……

(End of this chapter)