Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"Wait! We were also acting under orders..."

Swish

The flash of swords and the glint of blades swept across the bodies, leaving only shredded corpses behind.

"I thought I could get to the Corsican family's secrets this time, but it turns out they're just a bunch of insignificant scum."

Wiping the blood from his face, Isaac returned the knife to Nicholas.

"Hey! Are you guys alright?"

Warwick and Alex, who were supposed to still be at the convenience store, also arrived at the scene, only to find a scene of utter devastation.

"Wow, that's really tragic."

"What are you doing here instead of staying at the convenience store?"

"I wanted to help you take care of some enemies along the way," Warwick chuckled dryly.

He was still holding a gun, so it seems he originally intended to come out and deal with some ambushing enemies.

However, when they arrived, all the people were lying on the ground, lifeless, yet without a single wound. These were people whom Isaac had turned into stone.

"I took care of all your enemies, so how do you think the commission should be calculated?"

"Well... our convenience store only makes so little money a year, it's really inconvenient," Warwick started to play the victim. "How about this, I'll introduce you to a beautiful married woman."

"no."

"Huh? Your father immediately started calling me brother when he heard me say that."

"Don't lump us together!"

Chapter 554: Wrath

"By the way, why were we the only ones brought to this place?"

Warwick asked Officer Chad with a wry smile.

After the thugs who had been affecting Dr. Theo were killed, the police finally arrived. They thanked Isaac politely and then took Warwick and Nicholas back to the police station.

"With so many people dead, it's not unreasonable to call you in for an investigation, is it?"

"So why did they only bring us here? Isaac was the one who killed them all."

Warwick glanced at the interrogation room next door as he spoke. A young police officer was questioning Nicholas, who was handcuffed, while Nicholas seemed indifferent, which made the officer quite helpless.

In this city, the police have very little say.

“But Dr. Theo did indeed hire your convenience store to do the work, and you took the money.” Officer Chad opened his cigarette pack, put a cigarette in his mouth, and then handed one to Warwick.

The two had known each other for a long time, probably for about twenty years.

"Besides, that kid is not someone we can touch."

"What's up with him?"

Have you heard of IW?

Warwick thought for a moment: "You mean that organization called 'Iscca Worldwide'? I've heard of it before; it seems to control the arms markets of several countries."

At this point, he was suddenly startled.

"Wait, Iscca... Could that kid be part of this organization...?"

“I don’t know about that. There are quite a few people named Isaac around the world,” Chad said. “But there’s no doubt that he is indeed connected to IW. He even brought troops with him to Yelkastum this time.”

"force?"

"The professional mercenaries trained by IW are a formidable force with advanced equipment and perfect logistics, completely different from the ragtag mercenaries you usually encounter."

"So he was connected to this organization after all," Warwick nodded.

“That’s right. Who knows what might happen if we capture him, Yerkastum.” Chad sighed. “The orders from above are not to touch him, and not to interfere no matter what happens.”

“I see. But did you know about his other identity?” Warwick asked mysteriously.

"Another identity?"

"Yes, do you know his last name?"

"His surname..."

Chad began to recall the scene when the two first met.

……

"Let me introduce myself, my surname is Yao."

……

"Could it be that...?!"

Officer Chad's expression suddenly became excited.

Warwick looked at the old police officer in front of him and smiled, "It seems you guessed it too. He is the son of Yao Dabao, who caused a huge disturbance in Yelkastum and even changed the social landscape back then."

"Didn't expect it to be him?"

Chad rubbed his temples, looking somewhat troubled.

"Honestly, father and son are both a handful."

"By the way, is there anything else? If not, we'll head back now."

"No, there is one more thing."

Chad snapped his fingers, and the officer behind him came over with a stack of documents and placed them in front of the two men.

"This is?"

“There have been many cases of Twilight People being murdered in Yelkastum, and I need you to help me investigate them,” Chad said seriously.

Warwick's gaze also turned serious.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Meanwhile, Isaac was inspecting the situation at his own factory.

"Boss, I have something to report to you."

"explain."

"We're suddenly missing twelve employees today," the soldier said.

"What's going on?" Isaac frowned slightly. "Are you dissatisfied with your treatment?"

Although the salary he offered didn't seem like much, it was considered high in this city, a salary many white-collar workers didn't even receive. In addition, with the free inhibitors provided, those Twilight Race people, who probably couldn't even afford to eat normally, should have been quite satisfied.

Fortunately, they had all signed contracts beforehand, so even if they didn't want to come now, they still had to.

“No, it’s not about treatment. They were murdered.” The soldier’s face was very grim. “It was in an abandoned factory on Seventh Street. The bodies of a pair of Twilight People were piled up there, including one of our former employees.”

"What did you say!?"

Isaac's eyes turned cold.

The employees he hired were inexplicably murdered, and their bodies were dumped in an abandoned factory...

This was a slap in the face for him.

"Have you found out who did it?"

“Our people are currently investigating and have also requested assistance from the Yerkastum police in their investigation of this case.”

"Tsk, who is it?"

One of our own men was killed, not on the battlefield, but on his way to work, and was inexplicably killed.

This is the first time something like this has ever happened.

Isaac's first thought was that it was the Corsican family, who were known for their hatred of the Twilight race.

“Boss, this is probably the norm for the Twilight People in this city,” the soldier said. “Twenty years ago, the Twilight People here were under a system of slavery, which only officially ended after the ‘Three Principles’ were introduced.”

During that period, crimes against the Twilight race continued to increase.

Their abuse, even sexual violence and murder, was beyond control, and the government at that time adopted a three-principle approach to the Twilight race.

In other words, as Isaac mentioned, the Twilight Race must not harm humanity at will, nor turn a blind eye to dangers affecting humanity, nor disrupt the existing balance. Second, the Twilight Race must obey the orders given by humanity. However, this restriction does not apply if it contradicts the first point. Third, the Twilight Race must always protect itself as long as it does not violate the aforementioned first and second points.

While this effectively curbed crime against them, the fundamental situation did not improve.

The killing of several of Isaac's newly hired employees is a good example. It may not have been done by a gang, but rather by a mob of people who disliked the Twilight race.

To protect the Twilight race is to oppose the entire nation's people.

“You continue your investigation. I’m calling headquarters now.” Isaac’s face was grim.

Someone actually killed his factory employees? How could he tolerate something like this?

He took out his phone and dialed George's number.

"Hey? Boss, how's business in Yelkastum? Any difficulties?"

“Yes, there’s a bit of trouble.” Isaac’s tone was menacing. “Target the intercontinental ballistic missiles on the high seas at this country, and put all personnel on first-level combat alert.”

"Huh?" George was startled by Isaac's words; this was clearly the prelude to a large-scale military operation.

"What happened?"

“I’m furious that the employees I hired here were killed, and the consequences will be severe,” Isaac said calmly. “If this place doesn’t give me an explanation within a while, I will give them all an ‘explanation’.”

Chapter 555: Thorough Investigation

It rained heavily that day, and not a ray of sunshine could be seen in the sky.

Isaac used his connections to get his employee's body from the police department's medical examiner and arranged a funeral on a street next to Second Street.

Everyone held up black umbrellas as they watched the bodies being buried.

The people who came were Isaac's men and the newly recruited Twilight Race employees and their families. Undeterred by the weather, they came to see the dead off.

The church pastor recited eulogies, while Isaac himself used a shovel to cover the coffins of the deceased with soil.

"To dust you come, and to dust you shall return; and may the Lord’s love be with you forever. In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen."

There were many people among the deceased at dusk, twelve of whom were employees recruited by Isaac. The investigators here told him that there would be results soon, and Isaac took the opportunity to hold a funeral for them.