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

It is known that most of the Ancient Gods of the Western Lands were once scientists of the European Union who underwent transformation, and they have always been astonishing their eastern counterparts with their inhuman deeds.


Therefore, in Durin's view, these gods create people through biological factories and then implant battle data into the brains of these newborns, allowing these youngsters to infiltrate human society, establish their organizations, and seize the opportunity of tumultuous years to start assassinating heirs from various factions.


And Zaiyigu was targeted by assassins precisely because he had a nominal possibility of succession.


As for Rota, he was just extremely unlucky.


Durin expressed his wish to look at the autopsy report of that corpse, and Zaiyigu specially wrote a letter of introduction for Durin, then showed him out.


"You think there's a problem with them, don't you?" he asked.


Chapter 342: Terrifying Dawn