Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 94 Stirring up the enemy! (3/4)

Seeing Anred's bloodshot eyes, filled with rage and grief, Hex gently patted his shoulder, signaling him to calm down, before turning to look at Martin.

"Last, is that your partner?"

Where is he now?

Martin looked flustered and replied in a low voice, "I don't know."

"I really don't know where he is."

"Actually, I shouldn't have bothered you today at all. The more I think about it, the more scared I get."

"If I investigate further, I might end up being killed like Karl."

"If those people dared to openly attack Young Master Karl, what chance do we have?"

"But Rast refused to give up. He said that the blood of Karls could not be shed in vain, that so many victims could not die with their eyes open, and that the King in Yellow could not continue to occupy Newcastle and harm more innocent people."

"After you turned us away yesterday, we left the villa, and then Last left alone. I don't know where he went."

"I was awakened by the explosion last night and learned that your villa had been attacked. I knew it was him who did it to you!"

"I underestimated his ruthlessness!"

"I have no choice but to come here and tell you the whole story."

Anred took several deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the grief and anger in his heart, and looked at Martin with eyes full of rage: "You're the ones who brought them here!!"

Hex shook his head, directly denying his statement, "It wasn't them."

"They just left here. It's impossible for the mastermind to get the news immediately, bribe the chef to poison them, or plant explosives. There simply isn't enough time."

"The assassination attempt against me was planned in advance from the very beginning."

"It wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision made because they came to our door yesterday."

Anred frowned, then slowly nodded after a moment.

"Explosives, poison, and cover-ups cannot be prepared in a hurry."

"They were prepared long ago."

"But I don't understand. You just arrived in Newcastle and have nothing to do with the case."

Why did they kill them?

Hex rested his chin on his hand: "I have never met Karl before and have no connection to this series of cases."

He pointed at Martin and said, "If they were just obstructing the investigation, wouldn't it have been simpler to kill you both?"

"Why attack the Elliard family? Why attack me?"

"Isn't this much more obvious?"

Martin sighed bitterly, "We've been investigating for almost two years, but we haven't even gotten close to the truth."

"Only young master Karl found out the mastermind in just six months."

"They immediately retaliated."

"In their eyes, we pose no threat whatsoever. They disdain to lay a hand on us, convinced that we will never uncover the truth in our lifetime, and even if we happen to stumble upon it, we will be powerless to expose it to the public."

"They might even want to use us to lure out the opponents."

Upon hearing this, both of them fell silent.

That's the reality, cruel and powerless.

Hextech lowered his head in thought, then suddenly frowned, instantly grasping the key point.

The mastermind behind the scenes believed he was connected to Karls, but he had never met Karls; the only connection was their identities.

And a location.

He looked up and met Anred's gaze; they were both thinking of the same place at the same time.

"Moremod Village," the two said in unison.

Karls died in Moremod village.

Hextech's public identity is that of an illegitimate son who grew up in Moremod and never returned home.

This identity had been leaked in advance through the United Front's arrangements, and it's likely that the mastermind behind it all received this information.

Therefore, for the mastermind behind the scenes, the sudden appearance of an "illegitimate child" who inherited Karls's academic qualifications raises a very reasonable suspicion.

The mastermind believed that Karls had foreseen his death when he went to Moremod, so he met with his brother Hex and told Hex all the evidence and secrets of the case.

Karls died tragically, and only Hextech survived.

He successfully returned to Newscal and, despite being an illegitimate child, secured the Oxford Theological Seminary recommendation that Carls had left behind.

In the eyes of the King in Yellow organization, none of this was a coincidence.

They believed that Anred was unwilling to accept his son's tragic death, but dared not confront the organization directly. So he deliberately arranged for his illegitimate son to return, using the pretext of studying in London to secretly bring evidence to the London church court and report the King in Yellow organization by name.

Anred's insistence on having his illegitimate son inherit the recommendation spot, disregarding the dignity of the nobility, was an unreasonable act within the aristocratic circle.

However, if we add this hidden informant, and considering that Hex, as one of the Carls brothers, witnessed his brother's tragic death and would inevitably harbor resentment, he would be willing to risk going to London to uncover the truth.

The entire logic is completely self-consistent in the eyes of the mastermind behind the scenes.

Hextech muttered to himself, "It's all a character design problem."

The United Front's carefully crafted identity and background inadvertently perfectly matched the mastermind's suspicions, dragging him directly into this mess.

As for whether the United Front deliberately dragged him into this, Hextech guessed it probably wasn't.

After all, Karls had just died a few days ago, and Ada immediately arranged an identity for him without any thorough investigation.

Because of its proximity to Liverpool, Newcastle's united front organization is not strong.

It's reasonable for mistakes to occur—right?

Anred's expression changed, and he understood the cause and effect of the whole matter.

The collision of secrets leads to coincidences.

Hextech looked up at him and asked in a deep voice, "Besides the previous relics, Karls..."

"Was there anything else left behind, or any hidden clues?"

"Especially after his death, was there anything unusual about his body?"

Anred closed his eyes, shook his head vigorously, and his voice was hoarse.

No, there's nothing there.

"When I saw the body, it had been torn to pieces by the werewolves. The lower half of his body had been bitten off, his chest cavity had been opened, and his internal organs had been eaten."

"If it weren't for the birthmark, I almost wouldn't have recognized him."

At this point, Anred clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, his whole body suppressing a torrent of anger and grief.

Now it's certain that Kars must have possessed core evidence of the Yellow King organization's crimes, which is why he was silenced and his death was disguised as an accidental monster attack.

However, the whereabouts of this crucial piece of evidence remain unknown.

It's definitely not in the hands of the King in Yellow.

"I will handle this matter entirely."

Anred stood up abruptly, took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination and guilt, and said to Hex in a deep voice, "Please don't interfere anymore. The risks ahead are far greater than you imagine. The other party is a powerful figure who can control everything."

Hextech raised his eyes: "Do you think you can handle this all by yourself?"

Do you think they would easily believe that I have no evidence whatsoever?

Anred lowered his head, filled with remorse, and remained silent.

"This has nothing to do with you, and nothing to do with you either," Hex said calmly, glancing at Anred and Martin.

"From the moment I stepped into Newcastle under the identity of Adelia, those people had already set their sights on me."

After saying that, a rather impatient expression appeared on his face.

"Since they attacked me, I have no reason to let them get away with it."

"It's nothing more than a few idiots from within Adelia turning into a few idiots who call themselves the King in Yellow!"

"Anred, do you think we need to be afraid of them?"

Anred shook his head, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes.

He had almost forgotten that he was not only a descendant of the Elliard family and the deputy commander of the Newcastle Army Regiment, but also a key member of the United Front in Newcastle!

The United Front attacked churches and cultists, and countless priests and bishops died at the hands of the United Front!

Why should we be afraid of certain high-ranking officials in Newcastle forming associations!

"If they want war, then let them start!" Hex said.

"Anred, call everyone over here!"

Hextech has never been afraid of these so-called upper-level secret organizations.

He has even defeated the overwhelming demon lords of hell head-on, and single-handedly crossed the gates of hell, fighting his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Immediately after his birth, he fought his way out of the United Front's laboratory, personally eliminating all the guards. Less than six hours after arriving in this world, he single-handedly stormed a cult altar, confronting a demonic projection head-on. Countless monsters have fallen at his hands, and even two demons have met their end.

In his eyes, a secular organization entrenched in the city was utterly insignificant.

Hex turned to Martin and ordered in a deep voice, "First, find Rust."

"He must know where Karl hid the clues."

"Second, bring your family to the Elliott family and protect them."

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Andre immediately spoke up, his tone resolute: "The other side has already resorted to extreme measures such as assassination and bombing, and they will definitely stop at nothing and leave no room for retreat."

"Thank you so much." Martin was filled with gratitude.

With the protection of the military-industrial aristocracy of the Adriatic family, it was a hundred times safer than him and his family hiding in various places.

Hextech looked at Enrad with a determined gaze and immediately set out the next steps.

"Go to the city hall first thing tomorrow morning."

"Aren't they trying to hide their true identities?"

"Then let's take the initiative."

"Shake them all out!"