Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

"I find it strange that they didn't destroy the scene."


In fact, they did destroy it—we just saw the end, and beyond that, it's already impossible to trace back.


Big Orange, as a technological creation, couldn't see the destruction of the scene—all the bodies had been moved, and now there are remnants of Spell Formulas being misused. Only with Durin's great strength could one discern this.


The police's trace analysts had already tried, but unfortunately, they tried in vain.


"This matter, the Northern Doctrine will definitely pursue to the end. Durin, what's your take?"


"A pair of twelve-year-old kids just vanished without a trace. We can't just ignore it..."


As he said this, Durin's expression suddenly froze, and then he turned to Kakabu: "Mr. Kakabu, your granddaughter, does she have purple pupils?"


Durin gritted his teeth: "I will personally go to the Chang Tang card room today to have a look."


Chapter 181: Bad Method