I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

As he spoke, he turned to look at the exaggerated footprints on the ground, his tone filled with barely suppressed admiration.

"These footprints along the way... are really scary."

He squatted down and tapped the two-inch-deep indentation on the ground with his knuckles. The knuckles made a dull thud as they hit the compacted yellow earth.

Sheriff Len stood up again, his face grave: "This guy's physical abilities are even better than mine."

"Even if I were at my peak, I couldn't generate such explosive power."

Marlowe hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "Sir, this guy has taken the Lion Potion."

Leon raised his head, his eyes filled with a clear-headedness that was almost mocking.

"I know the Lion Potion better than you do."

He paused.

"Even after you've taken the Lion Potion, can you compare to me?"

Marlowe was silent for two seconds, then slowly shook his head.

Leon turned to look at the mage Palli: "How's things at the old textile factory?"

Parry spread his hands: "Aside from a lot of blood, bits of flesh, and a few impact marks, there are almost no other signs of a struggle."

"Based on the reconstruction of the scene, it can be basically determined that the battle was one-sided."

"Even though that apprentice used the Fusion of Desire to piece together ten people into a suit of flesh and blood armor, he was still beaten to the ground by this Witcher."

"In the end, they were forced to disintegrate and escape."

Marlowe added in a low voice, "Then that guy chased after us like a madman and crushed our heads with a single claw."

Leon's eyebrows twitched: "Where's the potion bottle?"

What did he eat?

Parry took a small, intact glass bottle from his small leather pouch at his waist and handed it over.

Marlowe reached out and took the bottle, bringing the opening close to his nose. He closed his eyes and sniffed it carefully.

"It's the Iron Blood Potion."

"What about the others?" Leon asked.

Parry shrugged again.

"It's gone."

He paused for a moment.

"I only found a few bits of debris on the ground and at the base of the wall."

A strange expression flickered across his face for a moment: "It seems this guy bit the potion bottle to pieces in an emergency."

"Then he swallowed the bottle and the medicine together."

The entire highway was silent for two seconds.

"what?"

Marlowe and the short-haired witch behind him opened their mouths almost at the same time.

"Isn't he afraid of dying?"

Marlowe's tone was filled with disbelief.

To prevent leakage, the bottles for potions are specially made!

Every superhuman present knew perfectly well the consequences of swallowing those unadorned shards of glass.

The esophagus was cut.

Stomach wall perforation.

Cut open the intestines.

Internal bleeding.

……

Then the potion penetrates the stomach wall and corrodes all the organs in the body!

Even members like Marlowe, who have enhanced their demon hunter physique to three times that of ordinary people.

Eating a glass bottle that has been bitten to pieces will almost certainly result in being crippled.

It could even be a permanent disability!

Leon sighed, "As expected of Dr. Armitage."

The sheriff shook his head.

"You have a sharp eye; this person looks extraordinary."

He stood up and dusted off his pants.

"If we encounter any problems in the future, we can borrow this kid to help us out."

The others nodded in agreement.

After the investigation came to a close, the group gathered in the middle of the road and began to piece together the whole story.

The short-haired witch spoke as she sorted through the papers in her hand.

Her name was Sally, and her gray eyes had now cleared from their earlier reluctant weariness.

"The information came from headquarters."

She picked up one of the papers and pointed at it: "Tonight, Albert Trus took the initiative to lure Evan Ludwig Arkham out, preparing to make his move."

"They even arranged for one of their men to disguise himself as a tea vendor on the street corner and hand Arkham a bottle of tea that had been drugged."

"The disguise was quite thorough."

As they sorted out the whole story, they laid out each piece of evidence and on-site investigation trace under the kerosene lamp.

The lanterns by the roadside illuminated the circle formed by the group, making the handwriting on every piece of paper, every shard of glass, and every footprint match perfectly.

"It can be confirmed."

Sally closed the folder and concluded with certainty, "Botte Alcott has completely crossed the line."

"It violated numerous extraordinary rules."

"It has caused widespread control and harm to the children of the middle class, resulting in significant real impact."

At this moment, she suddenly closed her eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and then opened them and said.

"We just received another message from headquarters!"

"Those girls who had been controlled by him regained their senses because of Alcott's death."

"Now……"

She sighed, "They've already been crying and screaming like madmen at the New Haven Hotel."

"The entire aristocratic circle knows about it."

The group exchanged glances, realizing that things had escalated!

Because too many wealthy people are involved.

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After a period of analysis, the group finally reached a conclusion.

Ivan Ludwig Arkham has no problem.

Those guys who broke the rules of the supernatural, those guys who made them work overtime late at night, deserve to die!

Len let out a long breath and stood up. A slow smile slowly appeared on the sheriff's lips.

"Let's close the case."

He patted Marlowe on the shoulder.

"I remember those lunatics from the Theosophical Society sided with the Chamber of Commerce."

"This case."

He turned his head and looked at the brightly lit city of New Haven in the distance.

"That's enough to give the Chamber of Commerce a run for their money."

"We've done a great job this time."

His tone contained no lofty sentiment of "eliminating harm for the people," but rather a clear calculation characteristic of a seasoned insider.

After all, the path to gold is never a monolithic one.

These guys with golden halos appear to outsiders as a united alliance.

But if you take a bite of the pie in this industry, I'll have one less bite.

Every election is a silent struggle waged by various factions under the table.

Given that everyone possesses extraordinary powers, the core question in the ongoing struggle among this group is whether "power" or "money" is more powerful.

Whoever gains the initiative will reap the greater benefits.

Those in the police faction naturally sided with the judges' faction.

Although the financiers and factory owners on the Chamber of Commerce side are nominally still in the same camp.

but!

It's really hard to see my brother doing so well!

After the case on the highway was closed, Sally closed her eyes and, within seconds, used her communication ability to send the message back to the headquarters on the New Haven supernatural side.

The entire city mobilized immediately, and a large number of police officers flooded into the New Haven Hotel.

The corridor on the fifth floor, which originally belonged to the circle of aristocratic young ladies, was now completely broken by a series of footsteps.

The officers' boots thumped heavily on the marble floor as they carried the still-crying girls downstairs, wrapping them in blankets.