Mystery: A Spark

"Fine, one percent it is then," Alger sighed, interrupting Arthur.

The chariot's obvious reliance on its own strengths made Alger hesitant to continue probing.

After all, as the chariot just said, this magical item could easily sell for three thousand pounds, and even ten percent of that is quite a lot.

Don't forget, he still owes Miss Justice money.

“Then, deal.” Arthur nodded.

Although he did have two sea routes, the Future and the Golden Dream, the unique nature of the alien route led Arthur to decide to rely on the Source Castle to send the goods out.

If a messenger is sent to carry something to the sea through the spirit world, there's no guarantee that something won't happen along the way.

After all, the path of the alien species is actually closely related to the spirit world.

Ever since Arthur learned that the Mother Tree of Desire might covet his power, he has been extremely wary of this Outer God.

Even if the chance of something going wrong is very small, he doesn't want to take that risk.

Chapter 202 Audrey, in Danger!

Nighttime, Backlund Pier.

With a few booming sounds, the shouts of battle gradually subsided until they disappeared.

Inside a room with a large hole in the wall, as if it had been violently broken by something, dozens of burly men with bruised and swollen faces obediently squatted in the corner.

Around them, several men in black uniforms with red armbands and black batons, their expressions serious and stern, were guarding them.

"Boss, their leader, Jeston, has run away." A man dressed in a black uniform with a red armband, but with a more imposing presence, whispered a report in the ear of a petite woman.

“Don’t worry, Williams, he can’t escape.” Hugh said casually, flexing his iron fist.

The burly men squatting nearby looked on with a mixture of disbelief and skepticism upon hearing this.

In their eyes, Jeston, the leader, was very strong in combat; after all, if he couldn't fight, he wouldn't be the leader.

But to their surprise, their leader was shattered at the slightest touch by the strange iron fist of this petite woman.

First, his right arm was broken by a punch, and then he was ambushed from behind by a man named Williams, who slashed his ribs with a dagger.

Fortunately, their leader, Jeston, eventually found a chance to escape, becoming their only hope now.

"Stop having any illusions. Your boss isn't coming to save you. He's definitely going to die tonight." Hugh saw the expressions on their faces and ruthlessly shattered their hopes.

After making inquiries over the past two days, she has learned about Jeston's situation.

In short, he was a villain who bullied men and women and committed all sorts of evil deeds at the docks.

Merchants who bring goods to the dock are usually required to pay a fee called "storage fee".

It means that once you pay the money, he will take good care of the cargo on the ship for you.

Otherwise, the cargo on board could suffer various accidents, such as leaks in the hold or fires.

Of course, only a small businessman with no power or influence would do this. If it were someone who looked extraordinary, Jeston would naturally not dare to provoke them.

However, these things are really nothing. After all, they are gangsters and don't have any reliable sources of income. They rely on extortion to make some money, so it's understandable.

What truly disgusted her was that when she led the security team to attack the Deadwater Gang, she actually found several little boys and girls in Jeston's residence.

I won't go into the specifics, but when Hugh saw the children's physical condition, he had already mentally sentenced Jeston to death.

Arthur was also present for this operation, but he didn't participate; he was just there to keep things under control and prevent any unforeseen incidents.

When Arthur saw the state of Jeston's residence, his expression turned grim.

He also uttered a phrase that was difficult to understand, something like "three-dimensional pedophiles will die."

Although Arthur had temporarily settled the children, both Arthur and Hugh knew that most of them were suffering from varying degrees of psychological problems.

Psychological problems are notoriously difficult to resolve, and if not handled properly, the shadow of such problems may haunt these children for the rest of their lives.

Looking at the people squatting in the corner, Hugh knew in his heart that they had been Jeston's accomplices and lackeys, and had done countless rapes and plunders for Jeston.

The reason she kept these people alive was because Arthur wasn't there at the moment, and she was hesitant about what to do with them.

The simplest solution, of course, is to kill them all.

However, although Hugh had been in many fights so far, he hadn't actually killed many people, so he was very conflicted and couldn't give the order for the time being.

Let's wait for Arthur to come and see what decision he makes... Hugh let out a sigh of relief and ignored the squatting gang members.

A moment later, Arthur appeared through the breach in the wall.

He looked around at the large hole and said with some emotion:

"Hugh, I think you'd be a pro at demolition."

"What nonsense are you spouting now?" Hugh rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "Are all those children doing alright?"

“I got them some food and water, which calmed them down for now.” Arthur turned his gaze to the people squatting down. “Are these the members of the Dead Water Gang?”

“Yes.” Hugh nodded.

"Then why are you keeping them around?" Arthur asked, somewhat surprised.

"Uh...this..." Hugh hadn't expected Arthur to actually want to kill someone without even a second's hesitation.

"You feel reluctant?" Arthur looked at Hugh's expression and understood somewhat.

“Yes.” Hugh lowered his head and whispered the solution he had just come up with, “I think we can decide how to deal with them based on their crimes.”

Even though they were all villains, she still couldn't bring herself to say, "Kill them all."

However, if Arthur wanted to kill them all, Hugh wouldn't object, since these people weren't exactly good people.

During the battle just now, quite a few people saw her and said some disgusting things.

For example, "This girl is so petite, the boss must really like this kind of girl."

"Look at that lovely figure, I really want to experience what it feels like to have her pinned down and XXXX."

The reason Hugh didn't kill them before was simply because it was the first time she had encountered something like this, and she couldn't bring herself to do it. It doesn't mean that she really wanted to let these people go.

What she was thinking was that once she had uncovered the crimes of these people, she would feel much more at ease taking action.

“But the problem is, you’re not the interrogator now. How can you guarantee they won’t lie when they’re being interrogated?” Arthur asked, looking at Hugh.

"I...I don't know, you decide." Hugh finally gave up thinking and passed the problem on to Arthur.

Arthur knew that Hugh hadn't killed many people, so this was still a bit difficult for her. She nodded and said:

"Alright, I'll handle them then."

He reached into his pocket with his left hand and silently pulled out a silver revolver from the emblem.

That's the same gun he used when he was at sea.

As Arthur walked toward the gang members, he loaded bullets one by one into the magazine.

He hadn't used the gun much since he came ashore, so he hadn't even loaded it with bullets, but he had been maintaining it regularly.

After all, it was the first gun he ever used in this world, so it was quite a memento, and Arthur didn't want to see it rust and get damaged.

Arthur approached a gang member, pointed his revolver at the man's head, and asked:

"Name?"

"..." The gang member didn't react for a moment, so he couldn't answer Arthur's question in time.

"boom!"

Arthur fired without hesitation, then moved to the next gang member and continued asking:

"Name?"

“Jack, my name is Jack.” With the fate of the previous person still fresh in his mind, this person did not dare to hesitate for a moment and quickly answered.

"Have you done anything bad?" Arthur asked casually.

He didn't really feel there was any need for interrogation, after all, the leader was a scoundrel, and the people under him weren't much cleaner either.

If they were all executed, there might be innocent people among them; but if they were executed one after another, there might still be some who were missed.

Of course, if some of these people are completely unaware of Jeston's affairs, haven't done anything wrong, and joined the gang just to make a living, then Arthur wouldn't necessarily let them go.

But he wouldn't go out of his way to interrogate them carefully. After all, he wasn't a policeman. Perhaps some of their crimes didn't warrant the death penalty according to the law, but Arthur didn't care about that.

He deserved to die unjustly.

"I, I, did it." The gang member named Jack looked at the dark gun barrel in front of him, completely terrified, and recounted all the things he had done.

"Hmm." Arthur nodded, his attitude unreadable.

Just when Jack thought he had escaped unscathed, he heard the blond youth in front of him ask:

"Were you involved in the things that Jesston did to hurt those children?"

Jack's face turned deathly pale. He stammered as he tried to explain, but it was too late.

"boom!"

Arthur walked up to the next person.

And so he asked them one by one.

Under the threat of the "damper," these gang members simply lacked the mental fortitude to calmly lie.

However, Arthur did manage to find out a few people who were relatively clean.

These people had youthful faces; they were all teenagers and looked like they had only recently joined the gang.

But Arthur didn't let them go immediately. Just to be on the safe side, he planned to have Audrey, the psychologist, treat the children later and interrogate these gang members again.

Arthur would only let them go if they truly hadn't done anything wrong.

Arthur quickly finished "interrogating" these people, and as a result, only a few survived.

"Got it, Hugh? Interrogate these kinds of people like this from now on," Arthur said to Hugh as he put the cleaned revolver back into his pocket.

Hugh's lips moved slightly, and he managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"I...I don't have a gun."

What she really wanted to say was, "What kind of interrogation is this? Even the worst corrupt cops in the police station wouldn't do this."