No wonder.

Li Rui lay on the roof, eavesdropping, a bit enlightened in his heart.

The Polar Cathedral even sent Vons, clearly indicating that there’s more powerful forces here. If the target is killing the former Pope’s Thousand-Faced God, then it makes sense.

But....

Is it that much of a coincidence? The person who disappeared for decades, and more crucially, when he received the mission, the incident had just happened a few hours ago, yet Zhuo Feilong explicitly requested him to investigate the Thousand-Faced God.

Could it be that just a few hours after the incident, the intelligence analysis department already acquired such precise information?

If true, Li Rui must admire the intelligence personnel of Dragon Country, after all, Holy Judgment High Court isn’t just some second-rate organization, they can find people at level seventy or eighty easily.

He carefully took out a bottle of hearing potion to top up.

This thing only lasts two minutes, must be frequently topped up. No one else would have such a large inventory, but Li Rui stands out by being wealthy, owning lots of such tools.

Wang Xiangru spoke some other information, mostly low likelihood guesses.

"...Anyway, it’s certain that someone had a battle with Cathedral experts on the Holy Mountain."

"Tch, so many people died for such a thing."

Bamonde grumbled with displeasure, "What should we do next?"

Wang Xiangru said, "I’ll have someone think of a way, see if we can find the person you want to meet."

The two agreed on a location to meet, Bamonde took a small briefcase out of the safe, packed with gold bars, giving them to Wang Xiangru as payment.

However, the private detective seemed a bit surprised, as though he didn’t expect such a gesture, firmly refusing and ultimately not taking them.

After he left, Bamonde went to the locked basement to start preparing.

It looked like he had indeed been planning an assassination for a long time, with various guns, explosives, grenades fully stocked. Though in a real battle, the Extraordinary Power would certainly be the main force, hot weapons could also provide support.

He meticulously checked the needed equipment twice, finally placing them in a messenger bag that looked like a computer bag, then made himself a coffee and called his lawyer.

"Mr. Bamonde, do you have any instructions?"

"I want to make a will."

Bamonde said, "I’m very sorry, this might be a bit rushed, but the turn of events is beyond my expectations, I didn’t expect it to be so smooth."

The lawyer obviously wasn’t a typical lawyer, specializing in serving the Extraordinary, he himself was a powerful Extraordinary, not only proficient in law but also ensuring the executor’s will is carried out at crucial times.

This kind of person must have credibility and capabilities to be entrusted with one’s final affairs.

In fact, his strength was clearly superior to Bamonde, yet his attitude remained very courteous. Upon hearing the request, he immediately took out his portable computer.

"Please tell me your requirements."

Bamonde said, "Those kids outside, you know them, right? If I don’t come to find you within ten days, everything of mine goes to them. Additionally, you can collect fees at market rates, my requirement is for them to live a wealthy life for their whole lives."

As he spoke, the lawyer’s fingers were tapping rapidly on the keyboard. Although the equipment had recording functions, using two methods to avoid errors is a professional habit.

"I must remind you, those kids outside are undocumented. If you suddenly go missing, it’s too late to process any paperwork. I can’t legally guarantee protection."

The lawyer said calmly, "If special measures are needed to ensure the goal is achieved, you can choose to add 30% management fee to the mark, and I will personally ensure your estate reaches the right people."

"I trust you, let’s do it that way."

Bamonde did not haggle over the price, given the special circumstances, it’s just going to be more expensive, but it doesn’t matter, he left quite a lot of money, "I need to sign the contract now."

"No problem," the lawyer replied.

Having finalized another matter, Bamonde personally saw the lawyer off, then went to the yard, sitting by the flowerbed watching the group of orphans brought in a few days ago.

He suddenly felt somewhat dazed, not knowing why he reached this point.

Assassinating a Holy Judgment High Court cleric, such an option was unthinkable in the past.

While lost in thought, a wild-haired little girl came running over.

"Uncle, my braid came loose, can you help me tie it?"

To be honest, Bamonde was not skilled at this, but he thought it was not a big deal at heart, after all it’s just gathering hair and tying with a string, so he clumsily started helping.

Despite being at most under ten years old, the girl clearly felt her scalp being painfully pulled by his rough technique but said nothing, just grimaced silently.

"Uncle, what does my grandpa do for work?"

To distract from the pain, she began to ask.

"He... he went to work."

"What kind of work does he do?"

".....Reporter, this time he went to investigate some news, like what you see on TV, he’ll be back soon, and he’ll earn lots of money." Bamonde rambled, surprising even himself with how much he explained.

The little girl asked, "But I heard, if someone isn’t in contact for over three days, they’re dead."

Bamonde’s hand was steady, despite feeling slightly anxious.

"Who told you that?"

"Officer Todd."

That loudmouth fatso.

Bamonde cursed inwardly, saying, "No, your grandpa is very safe."

"Did he contact you?"

"No."

"Then how do you know he’s safe?"

"...."

The little girl saw he fell silent but didn’t cry or cause a fuss; instead, she said, "But, Teacher Sangsha said, the disappearance of the body isn’t real death. Only when a person is forgotten do they truly die."

Such words inevitably appeared overly profound for a ten-year-old child. Yet understanding death in areas bordering places of chaos is normal, since this isn’t a peaceful country.

Bamonde smiled, "Well then you better not forget me."

"I wouldn’t."

The girl’s braid was fixed, and she returned to the group of other adopted orphans to play.

Bamonde felt much lighter, though he didn’t know why. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He took out his phone to call Wang Xiangru, who directly hung up. He didn’t think much of it, since scouting for intelligence can’t guarantee 24/7 convenience for calls.

As he pondered if today’s progress could be made, a murderous intent suddenly enveloped him.

Very strong.

That was his first thought.

"Get into the house!" he shouted sternly as he dashed forward, pushing the bewildered kids toward the house, "Go to the basement!"

He had no time for other matters, as the children ran toward the house, confused yet frantic, he drew his weapon.

Simultaneously, he saw many unfamiliar figures appearing at the gate and outside the wall, but it didn’t matter recognizing them; they were all Holy Judgment High Court people.

Among them was a familiar face, it was Wang Xiangru who had gone to gather intelligence. He stood at the entrance, with someone who appeared to be a high-level clergyman.

"This is my personal matter, unrelated to him." Bamonde regretted dragging unrelated people in, thinking Wang Xiangru must have been caught during the investigation.

However, the high-level priest said expressionlessly, "You seem to have misunderstood something, Mr. Wang is not my captive, but your informant."