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The effeminate Crowe then approached Kenneth, a private detective who was secretly observing everyone.

Los caught a glimpse of this development out of the corner of his eye, and naturally noticed Charles's satisfied expression, a smile gradually rising within him.

As Elizabeth sipped her not-too-strong white wine, she secretly observed her surroundings. Her gaze met Dr. Laban's, and a smile simultaneously appeared on their lips.

Both of them knew very well what had happened last night. Of the six monsters that attacked last night, three had already arrived here, and these outsiders seemed unaware that they were gradually walking into Los's trap.

Both of them had their own agendas; neither wanted the army and the Eye of Insight to control the entire Arkham, so they both chose to remain silent when facing these people.

Drinking and chatting gradually reached their climax as time went on.

Danny, who loves telling jokes, began his performance with great enthusiasm.

All of everyone's attention gradually focused on this lively underworld boss.

During the two hours at the bar, it seemed that everyone's plans were progressing very successfully.

At 11 o'clock, the arrival of the bar owner brought the lively atmosphere to its peak.

“Oh! Father Hearst! Long time no see!” Danny stood up and said with a smile.

At that moment, a priest came down from the second floor of the bar.

The priest was tall with chestnut curly hair, which was neatly combed back.

The priest had a slightly long face with distinct features and gentle eyebrows, making him appear somewhat dull at first glance.

But there always seemed to be a happy smile on his lips, giving people the feeling that he wanted to laugh but was trying hard not to.

When Father Hearst saw Los, he said in his deep, magnetic voice, "It's been a long time, Mr. Aubanion."

“Father! What story have you prepared for today?” Elizabeth, who was sitting next to him, asked.

Father Hearst silently approached the bar, casually picked up a glass of strong vodka, took a sip, and said, "Today's story is about courage."

Then, the priest began to tell a story in his deep, magnetic voice.

The story is not complicated: a medieval knight's beloved girl is kidnapped, he hones his skills, and finally successfully rescues her.

However, the story is quite sinister, because in the end, the knight did not rescue his beloved girl. Instead, the girl, who had been kidnapped for three years, fell in love with that man and conspired with him to kill the protagonist in the end.

The story is rather depressing in the beginning, exciting and thrilling in the middle, but the ending is quite sinister.

However, the most wicked one was this priest.

Because he acted as the narrator throughout the story, his tone remained calm. However, after the protagonist witnessed his beloved betray him and killed him with his own hands, the priest suddenly burst into unbridled laughter.

It seemed as if he had heard a story that made him extremely happy and delighted.

Barlow looked completely bewildered: "This is a priest?"

Dr. Laban, standing nearby, explained with a smile: "Father Hearst, although he smokes, drinks, gets perms, and always finds pleasure in other people's tragedies, we all know he is a good priest."

Father Hearst's loud laughter was followed by laughter from everyone else present.

They weren't laughing at the story, of course, but at the priest's eccentric hobbies.

When midnight arrived, everyone had achieved their goals and found their partners and entry points for cooperation, and then they all left the bar.

Charles also achieved his goal. Through these few hours, he clearly understood the conflict between the mayor and these people, which made it easier for them to deal with Los's cronies.

As Charles and Los were leaving the bar, Father Hearst suddenly called them back.

“Father, is there anything I can teach you?” Charles asked earnestly.

Father Hearst's light brown eyes sized up Charles, and he chuckled as he said, "Welcome to Arkham."

Charles was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Thank you for your welcome."

Then, somewhat inexplicably, he got into the car with Los and left the bar.

After most of the people had left, Father Hearst returned to the bar and saw a dignified, elegant woman, like a saint, sitting at the bar drinking.

Father Hearst walked over with a smile and asked, "What kind of lamentation will we hear tonight?"

Lilith sipped her drink, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the priest, whose lips were curling into a smirk: "What? Didn't yesterday's fear and despair bring you enough pleasure?"

Father Hearst burst into laughter, though his smile was now twisted and sinister.

"Pleasure has no end."

Chapter 0138 Old Classmate

Barlow was indeed a successful businessman and a member of the Redemption Society. He believed his identity was absolutely safe because he had been a member for six years and had never shown any problems.

He lived not far from the Serious Man's Bar, and at that moment he was walking side by side with Dr. Laban, chatting and laughing.

He wasn't afraid of Dr. Laban, who was only at level 20, while he himself was already a level 32 advanced superhuman.

Even now, the entire Redemption Society branch combined might not be a match for him.

After tonight's negotiations, Barlow has thoroughly grasped the current relationships among the Arkham factions.

“Los Arkham’s primary enemy right now is Dani O’Bannion, and the real power behind him is the Black Goat’s Egg, an organization that even we, the Eye of Insight, consider quite troublesome.”

"With such a powerful backer, Obanion certainly has the resources to confront Arkham, so it would be easier to start from there."

Thinking of this, Barlow turned to ask, "How much do you know about Aubanion?"

On the surface, he was still a junior who came to do business, and he had to show Dr. Laban enough respect.

Dr. Laban pondered for a moment and said, "This man is ruthless. Although he is very shrewd and cunning, his actions over the past two years have been very direct. This must be related to his powerful influence. After all, he controls the entire business district, where Arkham's wealth is concentrated.

Upon hearing this, Barlow recalled the invitation Aubanion had extended to him earlier that day.

“His strength is around level 25, which is nothing to worry about. According to the investigation, he is the strongest in the entire commercial district. So as long as I subdue him, my subsequent actions will be much smoother.”

With this in mind, he already had a plan.

Just then, a black sedan pulled up, and Danny said with a smile, "Mr. Barlow, it was a very pleasant conversation with you today. Would you like to come to my place for a while? I have lots of fun things to do there, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

As he spoke, Barlow carefully scrutinized Danny, and he could vaguely see a hint of mockery and malice deep in his eyes.

No matter how hospitable this guy may be in public, he's ultimately a gangster who'll stop at nothing to make a profit.

Barlow could even imagine that after he was subdued by him in the past, he must have been extorted quite a bit.

But he wasn't afraid, because there was still Crow, a level 30 killer, in the central area.

The two of them working together can easily sweep through the entire commercial district.

“Okay!” Balo readily agreed.

Dr. Laban, who was standing nearby, hurriedly said, "Barlow! Isn't it a bit too late? Let's go tomorrow!"

Barlow tilted his head slightly and said with a smile, "Don't worry! I'll be right back!"

At this moment, in his mind, he had already pictured Danny's astonished face when his attempt to show off backfired, and his final pleas for mercy and submission.

Meanwhile, Sindwald had brought Helen back to his clinic.

Hindwal cautiously closed all the windows and said, "It's not safe here at night. Gunfire last night lasted almost all night."

Helen's expression immediately darkened upon hearing this: "Is it that dangerous here right now?"

“Yes! You’ve come at a rather inopportune time.” Sindwaal said, locking the doors and windows, then turned to pour Helen a cup of tea and said, “Drink up, this is my secret recipe, it’s very good for sobering up.”

As he spoke, he drank half a cup first, but Helen didn't move. She sat there calmly, watching the warm, righteous energy emanating from the cup, and suddenly asked, "When did you discover me?"

Hindwal was not surprised to hear this, and calmly said to his old classmate, "I already felt something was wrong when you came to visit me, and then I confirmed your identity when we went to eat."

"How did you confirm that?" Helen asked calmly.

"Of course, the restaurant owner told me," Sindwal said with a smile.

Helen paused for a moment, then remembered that when the two of them were eating, the restaurant owner, a very kind, slightly chubby uncle, had chatted with Sindwale for a while, and they seemed to have a very good relationship.

“He couldn’t possibly know who we are; there’s no connection between us,” Helen said with absolute certainty.

Sindwal smiled and said, "Just because you and she don't exist doesn't mean that other people don't exist."

Then a smile appeared on his lips: "Owen apologizes to you. He really wants to live and doesn't want to become cat food."

Hearing this, Helen was taken aback: "You mean...?"

Sindwal laughed: "Yes, the identities of those people at the bar today have all been exposed."

Helen's expression changed slightly after hearing this; the situation seemed to be in a bad way.

"How many of the people in the bar are from Los Arkham?" Helen asked in a low voice.

Sindwal smiled and shook his head: "My old classmate, don't get me wrong, neither of us are the mayor's people."

Helen sneered, "Since we've already come this far, what's the point of all this hypocrisy?"

Hindwal chuckled: "This is not hypocrisy. We are all just citizens of Arkham, and everything we do is for the city."

"However, Mayor Arkham used his great abilities to perfectly integrate all of us together."

Helen said calmly, "Just sophistry! Since you dare to say so much to me, it seems you're very confident you can keep me here?"

Sindwaal nodded: "Of course!"

"Are you sure? I'm level 29, and you seem to be only level 25." Helen could tell how strong Sindval was just by looking at him for the first time.

Strictly speaking, Helen saw Hindwal's potential in this area while she was in university.

At that time, she learned about some superhuman things by chance, and it was also at that time that Schindwaal was framed and his face was severely burned.

With keen insight, she vaguely sensed that Hindwal's spirit was undergoing some kind of transformation.

Instead of making a move, Sindwaal looked earnestly at his old classmate and said, "Helen, I don't really want to hurt you. During the most difficult time of my university years, you were the only one who didn't laugh at me and even helped me in some ways."

Hearing this, Helen's tone softened slightly: "So you still remember our past. In that case, I advise you to stop as soon as possible. A twisted place like Arkham will be destroyed sooner or later."

While the Eye of Insight contains many ruthless madmen who kill without blinking an eye, it also contains many loyal and righteous "good people."

Most of them joined the Eye of Insight in order to save their friends, lovers, and families.

Helen and Charles are both like this.

Hindwal shook his head inwardly: "As long as the mayor is here, Arkham will not be destroyed."

Chapter 0139 It's dangerous to trespass on private property in Arkham!

Upon returning to the central area, Crowe didn't go straight back to the gallery; instead, he made an excuse to leave.

In the darkness, you could see his fingernails growing rapidly and uncontrollably, while his eyes gradually turned red.