Western Royal Capital District.
Clockwork Town Bar.
In the liquor storage warehouse.
Behind the stacks of boxes filled with bootleg liquor, Travis sat face to face with a man wrapped from head to toe.
That man, naturally, was now the Trafford being pursued by the Kingdom Defense Bureau's Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Last night, when he realized he couldn't contact his trusted subordinates, he knew sothing was wrong.
So he imdiately reached out to his superior, Michelle.
Michelle instructed him to leave imdiately and find a place to hide.
Trafford had no choice but to comply.
But he still couldn't figure out why Kaster failed.
With his abilities, there was no way the Royal Capital Mafia could win.
Trafford had previously been more concerned about Kaster eliminating the Royal Capital Mafia and having no one to check him, which is why he wanted to bring in Travis to balance the power, but he didn't expect Kaster to lose so inexplicably.
The current situation has beco extrely dire; he was forced out of the Defense Bureau, and critically, Michelle seed to have an air of abandoning him.
This was absolutely unacceptable.
He had worked hard to climb to his current position, and he absolutely could not lose it all.
So he ca to find Travis again.
"Stop looking around; this place is very safe. Even the Prohibition Bureau's bloodhounds can't find it. You don't have to worry."
Travis, seeing Trafford looking around, chuckled and reassured him.
But these words didn't an much to Trafford. Compared to the Kingdom Defense Bureau, the Prohibition Bureau was nothing.
"So, our esteed Inspector Trafford, what is your command today?"
Travis lazily asked, seemingly forgetting that Trafford disliked the title of Inspector.
"Launch an attack on the South District imdiately. The South District is vulnerable right now."
Trafford no longer cared about anything else; what he needed most now was to turn the tables.
"Do I look stupid to you, Inspector?"
Travis smiled.
"What do you want?"
Trafford looked into his eyes.
"The Kingdom Defense Bureau cannot intervene."
Travis said slowly.
Trafford nodded.
This judgnt aligned with his own; there was no way Vasini could have defeated Kaster.
Yet Kaster still lost, so the only possibility was that there was external assistance.
The assistance could only have co from Joseph, eager to smooth everything over.
He had underestimated Joseph before, but this ti, he would keep a close eye on him and prevent him from ddling.
"Also, once it's done, I want to control the South District alone, and you need to help smooth over business issues."
Travis continued to negotiate.
"No problem."
Now Trafford could no longer care about anything else; he just wanted to regain everything, no matter the cost.
"Deal."
Travis snapped his fingers, and soone naturally handed over two bottles of liquor.
He opened one bottle himself and handed the other to Trafford.
"Co, let's celebrate our victory in advance."
Trafford would never have touched such a thing before, but now he opened the cap directly and clinked glasses with Travis.
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Ethan was truly engrossed in scriptwriting—he wrote from the afternoon until the early morning before stopping.
So he got up late again.
However, Anya had already arranged his schedule.
This afternoon, he was to et Kevin's film friend at three o'clock at the Electromagnetic General Center.
While getting ready and washing up, Ethan suddenly realized a problem—that films were probably silent now, which ant his script would lose much of its value.
With this feeling, Ethan's initial creative energy suddenly dried up.
But he still decided to et that director, thinking that even if it were a silent film, it would still be a good business opportunity.
He changed into comfortable casual clothes, had so bread and a cup of coffee, and was ready to head out.
On the way, he read the latest Kingdom Deep Observation Report.
Today's the continued to focus on reporting about the Kingdom Defense Bureau, delving into Trafford's past and background.
Essentially, it was already subtly hinting at the people behind him.
Yes, Joseph was not satisfied with just bringing down Trafford; he also wanted Michelle to be involved in the incident.
For this, he had put in a lot of effort, pulling many strings to ensure that Herlosh wouldn't be captured imdiately and could continue to release new content the next day.
Ethan, after reading for a while, realized there was no explosive news, mostly rumors and speculations.
But that was to be expected; the people he had caught that day were rely Trafford's henchn, who might know a bit about his dirty deeds but no further up the chain—no way.
Things were likely to end here.
The Electromagnetic General Center was also in the North District, a place Anya had scouted in advance.
In reality, this was an invention company with a laboratory bent.
Its founder was quite famous—a pioneer in the world's electric sciences, promoting electricity across the Kingdom and influencing the Old Continent, the renowned inventor Azertu Solas.
He held patents for most of the electric products on the market, a definite nouveau riche of the new era.
Even King Lucian II often t with him to discuss inventions and electricity-related matters.
And Kevin's friend was a mber of Azertu Company.
As soon as Ethan got out of the car, he saw the company's building, which was essentially a laboratory, and felt the strong scientific atmosphere.
The entire building was designed to resemble a spherical lightning shape, about six stories high, looking quite imposing.
And Kevin, who had arranged to et Ethan yesterday, was already waiting downstairs.
Seeing Ethan alight from the car, he hurried over and said, "Boss, you're here. This is my friend, Frans Finch. Finch, this is my boss, Mr. Ethan."
"I know, I know, Mr. Ethan, I greatly admire your paintings. It's truly an honor to et you!"
Frans Finch was a young man prematurely balding, looking young, yet his hair was sparse.
Clearly a fan of Ethan, he approached Ethan in a trembling state, eager to shake hands, yet hesitant.
"Hello, Finch. I've heard you have many ideas about film. Let's have a good chat."
Ethan proactively shook his hand.
Finch, sowhat overwheld, took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "No problem, please co inside, Mr. Ethan. I must show you so things."
"The pleasure is mine; I've long admired your company."
Ethan was genuinely interested in the invention company.
eting the renowned Azertu would be even better.
Unfortunately, this inventor tycoon was very low-key, rarely seen in public; even the best journalists had a hard ti catching him.
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