Did the villainous professor survive today?

Chapter 105 The Reason for the Firefight

"V{?"

The bartender's face clearly showed a hint of surprise.

This was the first time he had ever heard of someone daring to claim that title.

At the top of St. Auster's wanted list—V the Masked Killer.

However, the bartender wasn't sure if the other party's product was genuine.

After all, the atmosphere of the entire tavern completely changed the moment the other person walked in.

"oi, oi!"

A strong smell of alcohol approached from behind Krenk. "Are you really that V?"

Kroenke didn't turn around, but simply told the bartender, "I want to see your boss."

"Don't ignore me!"

The drunkard behind him fiddled with his belt, followed by the click of a gun being cocked. "V, your bounty is a full 4000 pounds! Sometimes I don't even get a pound for killing someone, but now I can get 4000 pounds for killing you."

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Krenk's heart from behind.

"Tell me, if I really take this money, how should I spend it—"

Before the drunkard could finish speaking, he pulled the trigger.

boom!

At the moment the drunkard pulled the trigger, the bullet did not, as expected, pierce through the rifling and enter Krenk's back.

Instead, the revolver that the drunkard was gripping tightly exploded like dynamite.

Then, in front of everyone, starting with his right hand that was holding the gun, the drunkard's arm bones exploded one by one like firecrackers, leaving a bloody mess.

"Waaaaaaah!"

A heart-wrenching wail echoed throughout the tavern, and then, accompanied by intense pain, the drunkard collapsed unconscious.

"I want to see your boss."

A hoarse voice came from under the mask again.

Sometimes, to establish authority, you have to be ruthless.

Some people who knew magic roughly guessed that Krenk had used magic, but strangely, there were no signs and no magical fluctuations could be found from casting spells at a distance. It was as if something had appeared out of nowhere, and the drunkard's arm suddenly exploded.

They rubbed their eyes hard, trying to figure out what had happened, but to no avail.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the bartender's temple. He couldn't be sure if this bizarre phenomenon would happen to him the next second if he refused the other person.

Bang!

The door behind the bartender looked as if it had been kicked open.

For a moment, the entire tavern fell silent.

The leader of the Wolf Gang made his move.

Kroenke raised his eyes and saw a tall figure hidden in the shadows behind the door, with only two points of iron-gray light shining through the darkness, staring intently at Kroenke.

"Come in, V."

Kroenke got up and walked through the door.

You impressed everyone present.

[Points +1000!]

[Current points: 2100!]

As the gate closed, Kroenke completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

But the memory of the explosion lingered in the minds of the patrons, making none of them dare to speak first, fearing that misfortune might befall them at any moment.

The second floor of the tavern wasn't large, and the decor wasn't luxurious either. The sofas for resting were patched up, making it hard to imagine that this was a gang leader's room.

On a nearby cabinet, there were also several intricately designed mechanical toys.

Directly opposite Kroenk, a burly figure moved a wooden chair over, sat down, and faced Kroenk.

His beard was unkempt, and his eyes looked slightly tired, as if time had washed away his sharpness: "May I ask what business you have with us?"

Van Gaal-Derek

[Death Threat: C]

"I have a question."

Kroenke removed his gloves and placed them aside, a gesture that indicated his desire for peaceful dialogue, free of bloodshed. "What do you know about the fire on Stone Pillar Street ten years ago?"

Van Gaal was taken aback; he hadn't expected the question to be about something from ten years ago.

He considered his words carefully: "In what aspect?"

"Soldiers and our cause," why are they exchanging fire on the outskirts of Stone Pillar Street? Kroenke intended to finish the battle quickly.

"Is this what you wanted to know?"

"Answer the questions first."

Van Gaal was lost in thought, scratching his beard as he answered haltingly: "—Back then, one of our leaders was kidnapped by soldiers. What was his name?—I forgot. Never mind, it doesn't matter. The rest of the story is simple: our cause wanted to rescue that leader, and then the two sides clashed in Stone Pillar Street."

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Why would they kidnap the other side's leader?

Kroenke asked again.

Logically speaking, even if the enemy leader is kidnapped, the fighting should not be brought to one's own commercial street.

This is an extremely unwise move.

"I don't know. It happened on the soldiers' territory, and it was our organization that was exchanging fire with them. The Wolf Gang wasn't there, so how would they know what happened?"

Do you know any of the eyewitnesses from that time?

"I don't know them. Even if I did, they'd probably all be in jail by now. As for whether they're alive or dead, it's been over ten years, so I can't say for sure."

Van Gaal stood up, poured Kroenke a glass of wine, and asked, "Mr. 'V', have you gotten the answer you wanted?"

Kroenke remained silent for a few seconds, then stood up: "Thank you, Mr. Van Gaal."

Kroenke put his gloves back on. "I'll visit you again next week to confirm a few things. In gratitude for your help, I can do you a small favor."

"It's nothing, no need for help."

Van Gaal waved his hand.

As Kroenke left the tavern, Van Gaal heard a commotion behind him.

The hidden door behind him opened, and a woman with long, dark red hair and light blue eyes stood behind Van Gaal. Her hands were wrapped in bandages, and her face bore burn marks. "Van Gaal, why did you tell 'V' you didn't know the person in question? I am, aren't I?"

"That's to protect you."

Van Gaal glanced back at the woman. "How do you know what they really want? What if they want to silence you?"

"I'm not afraid of him." The woman clenched her fist. "We can let bygones be bygones regarding the Gyoen Council's attempt to maliciously acquire our factory. They have noble lords backing them up, so we can just tolerate it. But he comes to our doorstep to challenge us, and you're still putting up with it? I—I really don't understand you anymore."

"And what about your sister?"

"Tch," the woman slammed her fist against the wall, "Fine, fine, it's the same old routine again—"

As the woman spoke, she turned back through the hidden door, went up a long staircase, and came to a small room.

"elder sister?"

A girl with green hair noticed the woman behind her and curiously approached, asking, "What did Van Gaal say to you?"

"It's the same old story," the woman said, shrugging. "To protect us, we'll just have to put up with it. The Co-Prosperity Sphere is one thing, but he's just one person, and he's still acting like this. So what if he's number one on the wanted list? If we all swarm him, he's not going to kill us all."

"So what do you plan to do?"

The woman pulled the bandage in her hand and wrapped it tighter: "Remember that little tracking toy you made before? Improve it a bit more, and when he comes next time, I'll find a way to sneak up on him and find out his true identity."