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Dali panicked and ran away, resulting in a huge loss of face.

Yesterday, in an attempt to save face, he secretly drove his dad's car and took his younger brother for a drive.

Unexpectedly, his father called the police and said the car had been stolen. The group of unruly kids were detained by the police for half a day. In the end, the other kids were picked up by their parents, but Dali spent the night at the police station.

When he returned, his father scolded him even more severely.

Dali could imagine how his underlings would view him after this incident. His prestige would be completely shattered…

"Damn it! Damn Bill, damn his henchmen, damn cops!"

And those damn old geezers!

Dali fantasized about taking down everyone who annoyed him, about getting his revenge, and about doing whatever he wanted.

Just then, someone spoke from under the bed: "I can help you~"

……

Zhao Hao had already made all the preparations, but the weather turned bad and it rained quite heavily.

This is not a good time to cause trouble; it's best to wait.

Unexpectedly, this wait led to problems.

Because it wasn't dinner time yet, Bill, Finn, Ben, and Sophie hadn't left.

Just then, a middle-aged policeman, soaked to the bone, pushed open the bar door and walked in looking completely distracted.

He walked to the bar in a daze, leaving a trail of water on his feet, and plopped down on a high stool, completely oblivious to the water all over him.

"What's wrong, Hans? You don't seem to be feeling well," the bald tavern owner asked.

The policeman named Hans looked up, threw his still-drenched police hat on the bar, and rubbed his face hard with his hands.

Parker is dead!

"What? Parker is dead? What happened? Oh my God? What on earth happened?"

The others, upon hearing this news, were also quite taken aback. They crowded around, pricked up their ears to listen, and asked questions all at once.

The town is small, so naturally many people know about professions like bakers.

After being questioned for a while, Officer Hans finally perked up and said, "Parker was... his limbs were broken, and he was stuffed into an oven... and roasted alive!"

"Oh...oh my God! No, this shouldn't be happening!" the bald boss cried out in despair.

The other patrons also screamed in terror, shocked by the brutality of the crime and saddened by the tragedy that befell Parker, that kind and good boy.

Several children nearby were also terrified, and Finn was trembling.

Police officer Hans asked, "So, Shia, have you seen any suspicious outsiders in the last couple of days?"

"Outsiders?" The bald boss couldn't help but look at Zhao Hao and Elena, who were sitting at a table with seven children not far away.

Elena quietly grabbed Zhao Hao's hand; she was a little nervous.

After all, the police officers in America are not very lenient when enforcing the law, especially the officers in some small places, who are just doing what they are told, and their quality is just random.

However, the bald boss quickly added, "Only those two young men have stayed here recently. But I can assure you, they haven't left the house yet. The other kids have been with them the whole time."

Police officer Hans frowned, scrutinizing Zhao Hao and his companion with a very serious look, then beckoned to Bill, who was standing to the side: "Bill? Come here."

Bill walked over, looking slightly nervous.

“Mr. Hans, Zhao Hao and Elena are not bad people. This matter is definitely related to them…”

Hans waved his hand, interrupting him: "I'll decide for myself whether they're bad people or not. I'm asking you, do you know why they're here? Where are they from? What are they doing here?"

Bill was stunned. He didn't know where Zhao Hao and his companion came from, but how could he explain that their purpose was to "kill the ancient evil spirit in the town"?

His experience over the past week had made him realize that he couldn't persuade adults who couldn't see the terrifying phenomena, and often it would even backfire.

If evil spirits brought them fear, then the adults who couldn't understand them brought them suffering.

“They…they…” Bill stammered, unable to speak.

"Never mind, I'll ask myself."

Policeman Hans called out, “Sir and Madam, come here. I’m the town’s sheriff, and I have some questions for you.”

Zhao Hao pulled Elena to the bar, about 1.5 meters away from Sheriff Hans, and sat her down on a high stool.

"Please ask, Inspector Hans," Zhao Hao said with a smile.

"Where are you from? When did you arrive? What is the purpose of your visit? Where were you all this afternoon?"

Sheriff Hans's attitude was somewhat aggressive.

Zhao Hao was more relaxed. "We're from Freedom City. We arrived in town yesterday around noon. We were just passing through, but we plan to rest for two days before going back."

"As for this afternoon, just like the owner said, we've been staying at the tavern the whole time and haven't gone out."

"Really?" Sheriff Hans's tone remained serious. "So how did you get to town? Did you drive? Where did you park your car?"

"No, a friend's driver brought us here. It's Duke Estate in Bieber Hill, about ten kilometers to the southeast."

Inspector Hans's expression finally changed; it was no longer the look of someone interrogating a prisoner, but rather one of surprise.

It's a famous manor in the area; how could any local not know about it?

He wavered a little; after all, it seemed unlikely that a friend of such an important person would commit such a heinous act of murder.

This is a stereotype held by Americans and the entire Western world. They may think that powerful figures don't need to lift a finger to kill someone if they want to.

However, he reaffirmed his belief, after all, Baker Parker's death was too tragic.

Could you please show me your identification?

"Of course!" Zhao Hao reached into his pocket, pretending to reach into his pocket, but actually took out his driver's license from his spatial ring.

When Chief Sheriff Hans looked at it, it was indeed a genuine ID.

Just as he handed the driver's license back, Zhao Hao handed him another document, "And this too."

Sheriff Hans was taken aback when he took the "Temporary Agent Certificate of the Secret Service". He had seen such a certificate in a big city many years ago when he had just retired from the army, with an old sheriff!

"You are……"

"Shh~" Zhao Hao whispered, "It's good that you recognize this ID. It saves me the trouble of explaining. I suspect there are some cases in your town that your police can't handle, you know what I mean?"

Sheriff Hans nodded with a somewhat puzzled expression. "I...I've heard a little about it."

"That's good. I need you to ensure the townspeople don't panic, and to keep them from going out as much as possible so I can handle things..."

Before Zhao Hao could finish speaking, the tavern door was pushed open again. A teenager wearing a red hooded sweatshirt and dripping wet walked in.

Suddenly, the timid boy Finn exclaimed softly, "It's Dali! He's here for revenge!"

These past few days he had been worried that Dali would come to avenge the blow to his head, but he never expected him to suddenly arrive on a rainy day.

When Dali heard someone calling him, he suddenly looked up and revealed the clown paint on his face.

Bill, Finn, and the other children involuntarily let out sharp screams. At the same time, Nadali slid a sharp knife out of his sleeve and leaped three or four meters towards the children...

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Chapter 181 The Centipede

Dali, with clown makeup on his face, pounced on Bill, Finn and the others like a tiger pouncing on its prey, the sharp knife in his hand gleaming coldly as his fangs!

At the crucial moment, Bill's blood boiled, and he stood up, spreading his arms to shield his friends behind him. But he himself was too scared to open his eyes.

Then I heard a muffled "thump"... I don't think I was attacked?

Bill opened his eyes in fear, only to find that Nadali had been pinned to the table in front of him by Zhao Hao. Like a fat toad being held down, he struggled violently but couldn't move at all.

He didn't see what happened because his eyes were closed, but his friends behind him, who were so scared they forgot to close their eyes, saw it clearly.

Dali lunged forward like a shadow, but in an instant, Zhao Hao, who was four or five meters away, appeared beside him and pinned him to the table.

Sheriff Hans finally came to his senses. That bad boy from town, Dali, was wearing clown makeup and carrying a knife, ready to commit violence?!

What was even more unexpected was that this important person's friend appeared in the distance in the blink of an eye, intercepting Dali who was about to pounce on the children!

God! What did I just see?

Zhao Hao had merely initiated Afu's charge. Now, with more training and improved physical fitness, he could control the charge with ease. Otherwise, he would have smashed all the tables and chairs along the way to pieces.

Zhao Hao kicked the dagger far away, then grabbed the chubby boy by the back of his collar and lifted him up, looking at his face paint.

Yes, there are signs of psychic energy. This isn't your average clown makeup.

“Looks like it’s come looking for us!” Zhao Hao said to Dali’s cloudy, cunning eyes.

The next second, Zhao Hao reached out and pressed down on Dali's face, erasing the clown mask with his psionic energy amidst Dali's screams.

At the same time, a shadow suddenly split off from Zhao Hao's feet, ran into the shadows in the corner of the wall, and disappeared.

In an abandoned wooden hut, the fat clown opened his eyes and revealed an ugly smile.

"A fighter? That's great, that's great! This is my best toy!" He danced with joy.

The tavern was in complete chaos, and the patrons were all taken aback.

How could Dali jump so high and so far all of a sudden? And how could he be holding a sharp knife and trying to attack the other children?

How could that young man from out of town be so fast? My old eyes are failing me, I didn't even see how he got there!

Zhao Hao pulled Sheriff Hans over: "Sheriff, now it's your turn to do your job. Calm these people down... Also, you'd better send someone to check on this chubby kid's house, hopefully nothing's happened."

After saying that, Zhao Hao gave Elena a wink, then rushed out of the tavern and disappeared into the rain.

Elena, holding Orange, pulled the children along and said to the tavern owner, "It's not safe outside right now. I can't let these children risk going home. I'll take them upstairs."

Sheriff Hans, trying to remain calm, called out to the crowd, "Listen to me, there's been a serious incident in town. I want you all to go home and keep your families indoors. It's very dangerous outside. Understand? I'm going to check on Dali's house now. You all should go home quickly!"

……

Zhao Hao was right about this evil clown; the guy was surprisingly cautious.

They even knew to send a pawn to test the waters; Voldemort himself is truly something else!

However, Zhao Hao also turned the tables and followed the clues.

As long as you make a move, there will be a flaw, allowing Wangcai to follow the "scent" of that spiritual energy to its location!