People in the Alliance, Time Management Master

The hungry girl swallowed a few times, then began to eat heartily without a care for appearances—of course, she had no idea what appearances were anyway.

The stew, enough for three normal adult men to have a hearty meal, was quickly devoured by her relentless tongue.

Seeing this, Mu Bai shook his head with a wry smile. Just how long had this girl been hungry...?

"Alright, here's the food. Now can you tell me why you're being chased?"

"The incident in the dance hall last time..." Jinx said, chewing on something, her words a little slurred, "I ruined C's plan, and he got angry and sent people to hunt me down..."

"This……"

Mu Bai frowned slightly, a strong sense of guilt welling up in his heart.

Jinx exposed Butler's true colors and defused the bomb, but she took all the credit.

Now he is famous throughout the city, living a life of luxury, while the real hero is being hunted down every day and can't even get a decent meal...

"I'm sorry, I should have found you sooner..."

"What's it to you?" Jinx swallowed the meat in her mouth, rolled her eyes, and said, "It's not like you were the one chasing me, why are you apologizing?"

"..." Mu Bai was silent for a moment, then solemnly promised, "I will never let code name C hurt you again. He, or they, will definitely pay the price for their foolish actions."

"Say such sentimental things to Hat Girl, I have no interest in... Besides, do you think a madman needs someone to protect him? Wow, the best joke of the year."

The girl rolled her eyes again, then lowered her head with a disdainful look and continued eating.

A madman doesn't need to depend on anyone...

I didn't need it before, I won't need it in the future, I'll never need it...

Unless it includes meals and accommodation... Hmph.

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In another dark corner of the Zaunian trenches, Warwick, the Zaunian wrathful beast, was quietly waiting for something.

The bloodstains from the last hunt still clung to his claws, the faint smell of blood constantly stimulating him, but he had to endure it a little longer.

It's not the right time yet...

We have to wait until the concert starts, and until all those bastards are there, before we can begin the hunt...

"Your fragile lives have only three days left to last..."

A figure flashed by in the darkness, while the neon lights on the street still shone, their light reflecting off the damp ground as crimson as blood.

Chapter 43 Jinx, the Learner

For the next two days, Jinx stayed obediently in the safe house to rest and recover, and her minor wounds were almost healed.

After she recovered her energy and spirit, she became noisy again, and she ate the amount of food needed for two or three people at each meal... She was very difficult to take care of.

Fortunately, Camille gave her enough silver wheels, so she didn't go hungry.

For two consecutive days, Mu Bai went out during the day to familiarize himself with the environment and study the map, and stayed home at night to cook and check Jinx's wounds, which was relatively easy.

only……

"Xiaobai, pour me a glass of juice!"

"Xiaobai, where's my blanket?"

"Xiaobai, I think my fish bones are broken, can you come and take a look at them?"

"Little White, get me some tissues, hehehe..."

"Little White, Little White, Little White!"

Mu Bai sat in the living room, a look of melancholy on his face, and sighed softly. Although he hadn't done any physical labor and wasn't physically tired, he was mentally exhausted…

How can this crazy little girl be so disruptive...?

"Stop yelling, stop yelling..." He walked to Jinx's room door, looked at the girl who wasn't even properly dressed, and sighed again, "I have something to tell you."

"Hmm? What's up? After you tell me, will you help me get juice, a blanket, and check the fish bones?"

"I'll think about it..."

"Oh, then tell me quickly."

"It's about going out." Mu Bai looked at the girl's arrogant and carefree expression and her long, fair legs, and suddenly felt a surge of arousal, his fists hardening.

They really think this is their own home, huh...sigh.

"I heard that Salafine is having a concert in the Ditch area tomorrow. Do you want to go check it out?"

"Salepani? The celebrity who almost got blown up in the dance hall last time?" Jinx gave a disgusted look. "No interest, no interest. I'd rather stay here and study than listen to her sing."

"..." Mu Bai's eye twitched, somewhat speechless. He clearly saw that the other person was holding "Philosophy and the Market" upside down, and there was another book under their butt.

The pink cover and the crooked font clearly indicate it's not a proper book...

"Then I'll go by myself tomorrow?"

"Whatever, just don't disturb my studies." Jinx waved her hand impatiently, and secretly turned the book she was holding upside down back to its original position. "As long as you can come back on time tonight to cook, nothing else matters."

"You're being too impolite..." Mu Bai decided on the spur of the moment to add extra chili peppers to tomorrow's dinner.

"You said yourself that you don't need to be polite."

"I was just... oh well. Anyway, don't wander around while I'm gone tomorrow, and remember to lock the doors and windows, okay?"

"I know, I know, how many times have you said it? Stop nagging!"

"..." Mu Bai made a last-minute decision to secretly add chili sauce to the other person's juice.

After leaving Jinx's room, he returned to the living room, where a letter bearing the Feralas family crest lay on the table.

The message was as brief as ever, only saying that Salafine's concert might be attacked by Warwick, and that she should go and guard it herself.

Of course, the probability is very small. The main purpose of going to the concert is to familiarize myself with the environment of the sewer area.

Camille and several agents found Warwick's fur elsewhere, as well as some unfortunate souls dead in the alley, leading them to speculate that Warwick was likely to be in the upper part of the ditch area.

"Eating and drinking on public funds and attending concerts on public funds, this job is really great."

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"The deceased's identity has been confirmed, Madam."

Inside another safe house, an experienced agent, holding a report, bowed respectfully.

Before him, Camille, the chief agent of the Philosopher family, was leisurely sipping tea.

The situation was actually quite tense, but she remained calm and composed. In her own words, "There's always time for tea."

“Tell me,” Camille said, setting down her teacup. “Are their identities similar to those of the previous victims?”

"Yes, they are all gang members with murder on their hands."

The old detective nodded; his hooked nose and the dagger hidden in his cane made him look very capable and shrewd.

"This time it was members of the Greynail gang; eleven of them died. They were ambushing a messenger from another gang when Warwick, who happened to be passing by, hunted them all down."

"The identity of the messenger?" Camille's question sounded more like a statement.

"I don't know. The messenger ran away, and the communication tube was damaged in the fight."

"Warwick intentionally let the messenger go?"

"Based on the on-site investigation, yes."

"Understood." Camille squinted, leaned back, and casually waved her hand to indicate that the other person could leave.

This is the sixth murder since the Firos family began targeting Warwick.

Six times, and each time the victims were gang members, mostly vicious and ruthless individuals.

Six times, Warwick would let one or two people escape each time. Those who were let go were all innocent people, with no blood on their hands, without exception.

Damn it, that beast thinks it's a hero?

tsk...

Camille frowned as she downed her cup of hot tea in one gulp, simultaneously issuing orders to the surrounding agents:

"Summon the agents and investigate the upstream section of the ditch area. Don't let it have a chance to slip back to the middle plaza."

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Warwick hid behind a corner, peering through a broken window at the street.

This unfinished building was originally a place where several gang members gathered to gamble and smoke opium, but now it belongs to no one.

Perfect, this is where he can see everything he wants to see.

The concert is scheduled to start tomorrow, but many people arrived at the venue all night in order to get a good spot.

Some of them were acting for themselves, while others were acting for their "boss".

What Warwick wanted to hunt down were those high-ranking members of criminal gangs—not to uphold justice, he just wanted to do it, nothing more.

Is this hypocritical? Perhaps it is, or perhaps it isn't.

Indiscriminate killing could no longer satisfy his ever-growing desires; now he hunted down those whose hands were stained with blood, just like the man who had once stood before Singed.

He forced himself to forget those vague memories, and he was quite satisfied with his current hunting life.

Except for one thing—

The girl I rescued a few days ago.

"Are you going to kill someone again tomorrow... Mr. Warwick?"

A girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old shifted her feet, wanting to approach the window, but hesitant. The sound of her shoes on the floor was as faint and timid as her voice.

She was young and naive. She foolishly thought that the beast spared her out of kindness, not because it could feed her whenever it wanted.

Warwick turned his head slightly, glared at the girl with his green eyes, and then suddenly revealed his claws.

The girl was startled and almost screamed. Her eyes immediately turned red, as if she was about to cry.

"Stop following me... or I'll eat you..."

Warwick licked his sharp teeth and ignored him.