Restarting the myth.

Chapter 26: One set in front of people, another set behind people, and several more sets in the suburbs

"Who is the big shot?"

"I do not know."

Feeling the hard object pressing on the back of his head again, the man in black was so anxious that he almost cried: "I really don't know. The boss didn't say anything. I shouldn't know this. I only earn so little a month. I'm not qualified to know so much."

It was well-founded and Wayne had no way to refute it. He threatened the man a few more times, but when he saw that he could not get any information out of him, he took his pistol and hit the man hard a few times, knocking him unconscious.

The first time he knocked someone unconscious, he inevitably lost control of his strength, and he hoped that the person was okay.

Wayne kicked another man in black awake and asked him the same question again, and the information he got was basically similar.

There is a big shot who has set his sights on him. He has great power in London. Although he cannot cover the sky with one hand, he is definitely bootlicking both the black and white worlds.

In other words, not only the gangsters, but even the police were targeting him.

Wayne frowned, the sudden dimensionality reduction attack was too outrageous!

According to the confessions of the two men in black, a big shot of this level cannot be offended just by wanting to. They are not in the same world. He has no qualifications to offend the other party and he can't find a way out even if he kneels.

"Could it be that the big shot is a shareholder of the previous pet shelter, and when I was hyping up the traffic, I exposed my true colors at the newspaper, and they are preparing to retaliate against me?"

Wayne thought about it and felt that this was the only possible answer. In this materialistic society, kind and righteous young people would always be suppressed by various forces.

Of course, there is another possibility, that he took the blame for his original body.

The original person offended a big shot, such as sleeping with the big shot's wife, or lover, girlfriend, sweetheart, or baby. The original person trembled, pulled up his pants, and left. Now it is his turn to pay the debt.

"Damn it, why are you in such a hurry? It would be good to leave some pictures as a reminder!"

Looking at the two fainted men in black, Wayne thought to himself that this was a tough situation. They had agreed to develop slowly, but suddenly they got into such a big trouble...

The key point is that he still doesn't know why he got into big trouble, and he doesn't know where to start to break the deadlock.

It is impossible to fight violence with violence. The snowball will only get bigger and bigger, which is not in line with the current strategic goal of rapid development. The affairs of the underworld must be left to the underworld. We can only find someone to come forward and make an apology.

It was wrong of me to sleep with your wife, but believe me, she was calling your name the whole time!
Wayne nodded, feeling that it made sense. Fighting and killing was too violent. Since that big shot had the status he had today, he must understand the principle of peace being the most valuable.

But first of all, the person who represents him must not be of low status.

"Who should I look for..."

Veronica's figure appeared in front of Wayne. The eldest lady was a native of London and had a considerable fortune. It seemed that her father-in-law's social status was not too bad.

Even if my father-in-law is not as good as this big shot, he must know a big shot who can be on par with him.

We can do it!

Wayne silently gave himself a thumbs up, but a new question came up: why should his father-in-law stand up for him? Why should he owe a favor to a wild boar that was eating his own cabbage?
Wayne put himself in the other's shoes and realized that this approach was not feasible, but he really couldn't think of any other father-in-law except his father-in-law.

Dick?

Stop joking, gays will die of laughter!
After pondering for a moment, Wayne put away his two pistols, carrying the birdcage and handbag and returning to the Strength and Faith Bodybuilding Center.

He couldn't contact Veronica for a while, so he could only convey the message through Willy, hoping that Veronica would go to the detective agency to meet him as soon as possible.

If your father-in-law is unwilling to step forward, that's okay. Helping is a favor, and not helping is your duty. Ask him clearly why you offended the big shot, and he will be very grateful.

……

gym.

The coaches were very wary of Wayne's return. They didn't kick him out directly. Instead, all of them kept silent and worked on lifting weights, their eyes fixed on Wayne.

Watch out, little bastard, I'm watching you!
Head Coach Dick walked up and lifted the curtain of the birdcage, stared at the white owl for a long time, and then sneered at Wayne.

Wayne felt uncomfortable all over. Dick's attitude towards him before was indifferent. Although he had warned and threatened him, it was obvious that he did not take him seriously.

It’s different now. It’s a kind of vigilance and fear that comes from the heart!
Willie showed up in time and took Wayne to the office. After some questioning, she tilted her head and said, "Both the black and white worlds are investigating you. Tell me, what kind of heinous crime have you committed? Are you the real culprit in the series of missing girls cases?"

"Stop kidding. I used to shiver when I walked at night. How could I have that ability?" Wayne rolled his eyes.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss, you don't even deny that you have this idea!" Willy widened her eyes and covered her chest with her hands, causing her clothes to be deformed by the pressure.

Yes, I have an idea. When I have the ability, I will tie you up first and lock you up in the basement of the detective agency!

Wayne snorted in annoyance and told Willy to stop talking nonsense and help contact Veronica. He didn't want to waste too much energy on this matter as he was eager to learn magic!
Willie tilted her head: "Actually Dick... forget it, just go find Veronica. Her father has a lot of connections. As long as Veronica is willing to speak up, she will be able to help you solve your problem quickly."

"That would be troublesome."

"There are some problems. Veronica has a bad relationship with her father..."

Willy called Veronica, but no one answered. In those days there were only landlines and no cell phones, so it was normal that the phone could not be reached. So she sent an owl letter instead, asking Veronica to go to the detective agency to find Wayne as soon as possible.

Wayne thanked him again, went out, hailed a taxi, and went straight to the detective agency on Bellick Street in the East District.

I was taken a detour again!

Money is the courage of a hero, and gold is the waist of a man. The damn taxi driver drained Wayne's last courage and kidney, consolidating the important position of potatoes on the table in Wayne's family, which made Wayne very unhappy, but there was no navigation in this day and age, and he knew that the driver was not honest but he could do nothing about it.

Taxi driver: This is a fair price. I didn’t take a detour. If you are not happy, you can buy a car yourself. The gas price will rip you off!

Wayne arrived at the door of the detective agency and as soon as he touched the door handle, he realized something was wrong. There was someone in the room with great skills in picking the door and locking it, as if the person had a spare key to the detective agency.

After taking a sniff, Wayne was relieved as a mixture of conditioner, milk, chocolate and the unique fragrance of a young girl filled his heart.

It wasn't an outsider, it was Veronica, and she did have a spare key.

"You came really quickly. I really got detoured."

Veronica was sitting at her desk, catching up on her diary. When she heard Wayne's voice, she didn't even raise her head: "I heard from Willy that you provoked a powerful person, and he has sent someone to investigate you."

"It's not just an investigation. I just met two gang members from the Black Snake Gang in the East District. They followed me all the way to the North District. If I hadn't been cautious enough, I would have been kidnapped by them." Wayne tried to play the victim to elicit Veronica's sympathy.

The effect was average, and Veronica was amused by the diary.

This is what a diary is like. Who among serious people can write a diary and really write down what is in their heart? Can what is written down be called what is in their heart?

Despicable!
Therefore, the diary can only fool strangers. For a beautiful girl like Veronica who knows him inside and out, the diary can only be called a collection of jokes.

Helplessly, Wayne took out two pistols and said that it was really dangerous at that time. His fists were swollen and still hurt.

"so serious?!"

Veronica was surprised when she saw the two pistols: "The gangs in the East District are willing to break into the North District to catch you, and they are carrying guns. This is not their style. Who did you offend?"

"If I had known, I wouldn't have asked you for help."

Wayne shrugged and said bluntly, "I heard that your father is very powerful and knows a lot of important people, so I want to ask you for a favor and ask me what I have done wrong."

Veronica frowned fiercely, and after a while she said, "Okay, but you owe me a favor. No matter what I say in the future, you must agree to me unconditionally."

Wayne nodded, put down the handbag and birdcage, and Veronica went out to find a telephone booth and called her home.

The red telephone booth flickered dimly in the fog.

Then it played another one, and another one.

There was no way. Her father was like this. He acted in one way in front of people and in another way behind their backs. He even had several more in the suburbs. If you didn't call him a few times, you wouldn't be able to find him at all.

After several attempts, Veronica contacted her father, Auston Landau.

Her voice was cold, as if she was talking to a stranger. Wayne stood outside the phone booth and noticed that Veronica's face looked quite ugly, and he couldn't help shaking his head.

Every family has its own problems. Willy has a hard time, and Veronica doesn’t have an easy time either.

I don’t know what Chris’ situation is. I will ask her during the one-on-one tutoring in a few days. If she is also a sad person, he doesn’t mind lending his warm and broad shoulders to her to cuddle for a night while she is wiping her tears.

"I see. I'm fine. Thanks for your concern."

A few minutes later, Veronica hung up the phone and walked out of the phone booth with a sour face.

Wayne followed behind the other party and tactfully said nothing. However, the strategy at this time was really too bad.

Veronica walked into the office, picked up the diary and flipped through it. After a while, she was amused and her irritable mood improved. She said to Wayne, "I asked, and you did offend a very powerful person."

"Who is it?" Wayne asked impatiently.

"Mr. Landau didn't tell you. He said you didn't need to know the other party's identity, because whether you know it or not, you can't change the big shot's mind. If he said he would investigate you, he would definitely put you in a cement barrel and sink you into the river."

Speaking of this, Veronica also had a bit of doubt on her face. As far as she knew, her incompetent father had a very high status in Lundan and had many members of parliament serving as lackeys. Even he was unwilling to reveal the names of the big shots...

Did Wayne offend the Queen?
Impossible, how could he have such ability!
"That……"

"Mr. Landau said that he would come forward to settle this matter, but at the same time, you owe him a favor, and he will make it up to you when he has the chance."

"no problem."

Wayne nodded readily. It didn't matter if he owed his father-in-law a few more favors. Once they became a family, he wouldn't have to pay them back.

It’s so cool to have sex for free!

"Mr. Landau is amazing!"

"Oh, it's just a few stinky bucks, and you're so ruthless just to make money."

"Excuse me, what does Mr. Landau do for a living?"

"I run a bank."

"..."

(End of this chapter)