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

Chapter 110 It was just a "minor" cold.

After a brief chat in the office, McCree leaned back in his chair and outlined the terms of the collaboration.

"Since you are a student and this is considered a part-time job, there is no base salary."

"You can choose to come with me on investigations and become my bodyguard. It'll cost you fifty cents a day, including meals."

"Of course! You can also take my commission and conduct an independent investigation."

"There is no guaranteed salary; you only get paid if you complete the task. The price ranges from forty cents to two dollars, depending on the amount of the task."

Ivan leaned back in his chair, thought for a moment, and said, "Boss, I have a big appetite."

McCree smiled, adopting an air of being well-informed.

"I've seen plenty of competitive eaters! How much can someone your age and physique eat? Just eat as much as you want when the time comes."

He gave Ivan a thumbs-up and said that.

"I admire someone as talented as you."

After hearing this, Ivan grinned, a smile that held a deeper meaning that McCree couldn't yet decipher.

"Boss, you're a good person, I'll follow you."

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"I'll take both jobs! During the day I'll be your bodyguard and investigate cases, and at night I can also take on independent work."

"You should know what happened to me in New Haven; I found myself in particularly good condition at night."

McCree's eyes lit up, and he said happily.

"Evening? Perfect! I have something to do right now, I'll tell you the details this afternoon."

He took the dark brown tweed coat off the coat rack and draped it over his shoulders.

"Come on! Let's investigate a case together today."

Ivan sprang up from his chair.

"Okay, boss!"

The rest of the afternoon, Evan followed McCrae as he ran around the streets of Bolton.

The target is the leader of a small gang.

This job seemed to be the police’s responsibility, but for some reason it fell to McCree.

Judging from his reluctant yet helpless expression, it must have been a powerful client who offered him a price he couldn't refuse.

The two followed, staked out, and inquired, eventually catching up with the suspects all the way to a warehouse in the western part of the city.

And then, unsurprisingly, it was discovered.

Six thugs wielding daggers emerged from various corners of the warehouse, cornering the two men on the open concrete ground in the center.

These six men were all incredibly strong and fierce.

The leader was shirtless, with a coiled venomous snake tattooed on his chest, and the dagger in his hand reflected a cold glint in the dim light.

McCree swallowed hard, pressing his back against the metal shelf behind him.

"Arkham!"

His voice was a little dry.

Then there is no more.

Less than a minute.

The two walked out of the warehouse door side by side.

McCree's face was filled with shock and disbelief.

His gaze was fixed on Evan's right fist, which was wiping the blood from its knuckles, and he couldn't look away.

The battle just now.

No—that wasn't a battle! That was ravaging!

Those fierce and burly thugs were as light as paper dolls under Ivan's fists.

Evan grabbed a 180-pound man with one hand and threw him out like a sandbag.

The man crashed onto his two companions, and the three of them piled up on top of each other, instantly losing consciousness.

He lightly caught the blade of the dagger that was thrust at him from behind with two fingers.

Then he turned his head and gave the knife-wielding thug a chilling smile.

That smile made the thug throw down his knife and run away.

Before he could run three steps, Evan tripped him and he fell face down on the concrete, knocking out two of his front teeth.

The remaining two huddled in a corner, crying and screaming; one of them even wet his pants.

McCree snapped out of his daze and asked curiously, "How did you train?"

Ivan shook the blood off his hands and grinned.

"I took some muscle-building drugs, isn't that amazing!?"

McCree looked at his innocent, smiling face and screamed with excitement.

"A strong, simple-minded kid earning 40 cents a day! He's hit the jackpot!"

The two then followed the clues and caught up with the gang leader. After a beating, McCree got the information he wanted.

It turns out this job had nothing to do with any criminal case.

However, this gang leader was blind and intercepted a batch of goods that belonged to a certain police chief.

McCree's main purpose in coming here was to deliver a message and a threat: to take the goods back immediately.

It was already 4 PM when everything was done.

McCrae was quite satisfied with Evan's performance today.

Such a capable fighter, who can actually handle any situation, and a cheap bodyguard at that—it's like a windfall!

"Are you hungry? Let's go eat! It's on me."

Ivan laughed excitedly, rubbing his hands together, and said, "That's great! I rushed over at noon and didn't even eat!"

After half an hour.

The two walked out of the cheap restaurant in the west of the city.

At this moment, Ivan patted his belly with a satisfied expression.

McCree's expression was more one of bewilderment and regret; he even felt like he had just had a nightmare.

He stared at Evan's abdomen with the look of someone looking at a monster.

That meal just now.

$1.8!!

This amount is enough for him to eat for three days, nine meals a day!

This young man only ate one meal!

Eight pounds of bread, three large bowls of stew, two plates of fried sausages, a whole block of cheese, and four eggs —

He can no longer remember exactly how much food this guy ate.

What he remembered most was the way the restaurant owner looked at them, as if she were looking at two wild boars that had escaped from a circus.

"That—Arkham," McCree asked, his voice trembling.

"Are you alright after eating so much?"

Ivan patted his stomach and grinned.

"I'm still growing, it's okay."

McCree's eye twitched, and he stopped talking.

When the two returned to the detective agency, he practically ran into his office, pulled a brown paper file bag from a drawer, and quickly handed it to Evan.

"Well, I see you're so capable, a bodyguard job for forty cents a day is a waste of your talent."

He spoke twice as fast as usual, afraid that Evan would react and interrupt him.

"Alright! From now on, you'll be in charge of the commission for independent investigations! If you handle this investigation well, I'll give you two dollars."

As he spoke, he began to back away from the doorway.

"I have something to do, I'll be going now."

Evan watched McCree's retreating figure, which was practically fleeing in panic, and smacked his lips twice.

"Tsk! I should have eaten less today."

"One meal was enough to scare away the sucker."

He bent down and opened the file folder.

Inside is a complete set of survey data.

Photos, work address, residential address, daily routine, and recent activity patterns.

The photo shows a young woman with long hair, striking and beautiful features, and radiating charm!

It was my dear senior, Hill.

"It's quite detailed." Evan flipped through the pages.

"Hill just got back from New Haven yesterday, and then his parents started watching him."

He closed the file folder and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his coat.

"Oh! Poor senior sister, she really needs a reliable help right now."

Bolton Public Library.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

When Hill walked out of the staff locker room, his face was filled with barely concealed fatigue and irritability.

I just got back from a business trip to New Haven a day ago.

The bald manager slammed three days' worth of work onto her desk, demanding that she complete the entire catalog plan by the weekend.

She knew what that greasy middle-aged guy was doing.

He deliberately put pressure on her and made things difficult for her until she couldn't take it anymore and went to him for leniency.

Then he could then conveniently propose those conditions that made her want to vomit.

In an era where women don't even have the right to vote, the workplace's hostility towards young, single women is never concealed.

They are not allowed to hold high-paying positions, not allowed to serve in management, and not allowed to work in the same office as men.

Women like Hill, young and beautiful, without a husband to protect them, are seen as easy prey by those men.

Hill was utterly fed up.

But she had no choice.

Before her death, her teacher Rhine left her a set of coded messages of unknown origin, but of inestimable value.

Using this cipher, extremely valuable and extraordinary knowledge can be deciphered from the collection of books in the Bolton Public Library that are not open to the public.

Extraordinary talent cannot be confined to books.

However, those large families and factions all have special cipher systems passed down internally, used to decipher the corresponding hidden content.

Those working in the sewers, without any distinguished professions, generally do not receive such resources.

Hill believes that any hardship he has to endure is worthwhile now that he has the opportunity to access such precious cipher knowledge.

But the reality was far more bitter than she had expected.

Given her Adolf family background, this trivial matter could be easily resolved with just a word from her parents.

But she had a falling out with her parents over marital issues, and she wouldn't go back to beg them.

She had wanted to kill that damn manager many times; she could crush an ordinary person's neck as easily as crushing an egg.

But her extraordinary qualities were too flamboyant.

Once exposed, it will cause them, this group of witchers, a lot of trouble.

After changing into his dark brown autumn coat, Hill emerged from the library through the staff back door.

As soon as I looked up, I saw a familiar figure leaning against a lamppost on the opposite street corner, hands in his pockets, the smile on his face under his hat brim so bright and eye-catching.

There's no gloom, no scheming, just pure humor that makes you want to laugh along.

Hill's day-long frustration vanished almost instantly.

"Evan? What brings you here?" She walked over quickly, her voice carrying an instinctive sense of relaxation.

Evan grinned and spread his hands: "Of course I'm here to pick up my senior sister from get off work."

Hill covered her mouth and chuckled, then playfully punched Ivan's broad shoulder with her delicate fist.

"You little rascal, you've got a sweet tongue."

Just as the two were talking, the back door of the library was pushed open again.

A bald, middle-aged man came out.

Wearing a standard black three-piece suit and a gold chain around his neck, he exuded an incredibly greasy aura.

He saw Hill talking to a young man with a smile on his face, but his expression was full of dissatisfaction.

"Adolf!"

"I told you to come to my office to report on the plan. Who told you to leave?"

Hill's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a suppressed, raging impatience, like that of a tigress about to explode.

Ivan saw all of this.

He tilted his head slightly, leaned close to Hill's ear, and asked a question that only the two of them could hear.

"Senior sister, how do you want him to die?"

Hill paused for a moment, then lowered his voice to answer.

"He can't die yet. I've figured out his get off work schedule and am using the time when he's not around to get into the treasure room."

"If a new leader is parachuted in, my entire plan will fall apart! Do you have any way to make him suffer a bit and stop him from causing me trouble?"

Ivan grinned: "Of course!"

He turned around and swaggered toward the bald, middle-aged man.

When Evan walked up to the man, he smiled, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

The middle-aged man instinctively took a step back, not knowing why, but that smile sent chills down his spine.

"What are you doing?"

Ivan raised his right hand and placed it on the middle-aged man's shoulder.

The force of the hand landing was not great; it could even be described as gentle.

But the middle-aged man felt as if his shoulder was being clamped by an iron clamp.

Ivan lowered his head, leaned close to his ear, and whispered a threatening threat.

"Don't even think about hitting on my girlfriend again! Otherwise, I won't hesitate to make you wish you were dead."

After saying that, he let go of her hand, turned around, and left.

Overall, he seemed like a self-important young man who said something he thought was cool and domineering.

The middle-aged man stood still, a disdainful sneer appearing on his face.

"Bluster! Who do you think you are—cough cough cough!"

Before he could finish speaking, a violent cough came from deep in his throat.

He bent over, placed his hands on his knees, and coughed incessantly, his face flushed red.

With each cough, his whole body convulsed.

He coughed for a full half minute before he could finally catch his breath.

Then it's a new round.

Hill stood a few steps away, watching this scene with surprise in his eyes.

"What's wrong with him?"

Ivan had already walked back to her side and said casually.

"He probably caught a cold. It's been cold lately, so it's easy to catch a chill."

It is indeed a cold.

It's just a bit serious.

Ivan specifically chose a concentrated virus from the common cold as a carrier and imposed restrictions to prevent human-to-human transmission, ensuring that it would not harm innocent people.

The cost is that the patient has to suffer more.

For about a week, I was plagued by a severe cough, runny nose, high fever, body aches, loss of appetite, and a sore throat—I was constantly being treated for these symptoms.

It was similar to a normal cold, with no extraordinary signs.

He won't die, but he'll remember this afternoon vividly.

Hill didn't ask any more questions. She glanced at the bald man squatting on the ground, coughing so hard he looked like he was about to cough up his lungs, and a happy smile appeared on her lips.

Then she grabbed Evan's wrist.

"Tsk tsk! My man is actually quite reliable!"

Her tone carried an indescribable sense of joy and ease.

"There's an interesting demon-hunting quest today, let me show you the process!"

She pulled Evan forward, his steps light and his smile radiant.

"I will fight for you, my lady!"

He clenched his free hand into a fist and swung it around fiercely twice.

"Tonight, Ivan will join the hunt!"

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