So he squatted in front of Marlene: "Kid, I have so insights in detective studies and a bit of Transcendent ability, can I teach you?"
"Sorry, I can’t learn from you." Marlene smiled sowhat reluctantly.
Malin took another step back, considering whether to cast a Stone Skin Spell on himself.
"Why?" Gold was full of confusion.
His question was imdiately answered, as it seed Miss Marlene was not used to lying: "My mother’s last na is Duboa, she is a descendant of Halil Duboa’s eldest son, and your eldest daughter is his birth mother."
Halil and Gold’s smiles froze on their faces at the sa ti.
Malin cast a highly effective Stone Skin Spell on himself.
Halil was the first to react, pointing at Marlene furiously: "What kind of joke is this, child! How is this possible! My brother’s eldest daughter is only nine years old!"
"No, Halil, this is all true, I can feel that this child isn’t lying," Gold said, after removing from his mouth what was once half a cigarette, now just a extinguished butt.
He stood up, and the eerily calm Thainan officer laid his hand on his holster: "Kid, I need an explanation."
So Marlene spilled everything she had told Malin, and hearing about the death of Gold and Harold in this incident, Halil looked at Gold in astonishnt, his expression almost contorted: "Child, are you telling my dear brother died in this affair? And I couldn’t find the killer? And in the end, it was little Ann who reached out her hand to pull out of the hell that is alcoholism?"
Gold took a deep breath, his hand withdrawing from the holster, before delivering a punch to Halil’s face.
"You coward!"
Halil, knocked to the ground by the punch, covered his face. The man was first puzzled, then furiously got back up: "Why did you hit ?"
"I hit you because you’re a coward! Harold and I are dead! Instead of finding the killer, you cowardly numbed yourself with alcohol!" After finishing his words, Gold gave another punch to his old pal.
Halil took another punch, and this ti, the man angrily got back up: "Hit again! And I’ll hit back!"
"Co on, you piece of crap!"
Malin watched as the two n started to throw punches at each other. He pulled over a long bench with Fio, inviting Miss Marlene to join him in watching the brawl.
The girl hesitantly sat down on the bench, reaching into the paper bag Malin handed her, pulling out a steaming hot bun as she watched Gold’s face take a punch: "It’s over, Mr. Gold’s face is going to be damaged."
"It’s okay, I will heal his face," Malin reassured the girl, whose worldviews were as malleable as her facial features, with a smile.
Then they watched Gold dodge Halil’s straight punch with a feint before landing a blow on Halil’s stomach. The thin Thainan officer seed to have a martial arts background, his punch making Halil gasp for air.
"Rumors say that Mr. Gold is a Martial Monk, it seems like it’s true, isn’t it? Could Halil’s ancestor be punched to death by him?" Seeing a tooth fly out of Halil’s mouth due to Gold’s combo, landing near Malin and Marlene’s feet, the girl asked Malin with so unease.
"Don’t be afraid, as long as there’s a breath left in him, I can pull him back from hell," said Malin before taking a bite of his bun.
Ah, true to Chaofeng Tower’s pork buns, they had a taste of ho, except they were adjusted with a bit more sugar and soy sauce to cater to the consurs of the Northern Kingdom.
"Ah... How long are they going to fight?" Seeing Halil land a headbutt on Gold’s face, which caused the handso officer’s nose to bleed profusely, Miss Marlene beca anxious again.
"Until they get tired, I guess." Finishing his bun, Malin took out another paper bag, this ti containing sticky rice cakes from the Northern branch of Malin’s pastry shop, Malin’s favorite dessert after a al. It also seed very popular with Miss Marlene, who grabbed three at a ti and ate them quickly.
This girl... hopefully she won’t turn into so robust Russian auntie in the future; after all, that would be devastating, wouldn’t it.
Now it was Malin’s turn to worry.
Finally, Halil and Gold stopped fighting. The two officers, having left each other with black and blue faces, at this mont seed to telepathically turn in unison to look at Malin and Marlene, the party enthusiasts. Upon realizing one can’t be beaten and the other can’t bear to beat, they exchanged cold and hostile glances with each other once more.
"Gold, you maniac!" Halil spat out another tooth: "Why did you hit , I couldn’t save you... I also feel a lot of guilt."
"I know, but I just wanted to punch you, you damn cowardly bastard!" Gold said, after wiping the blood from his still bleeding nose, then pointing at Halil: "I was infuriated listening to that kid’s story... Why should a pointless, empty, weak wretch like you live to old age, while Harold and I had to die."
"You think I wanted this? I didn’t want to see you guys dead either, didn’t you hear what the kid said? I tried my best."
"Shut up, you didn’t try your best, if you really had, you should have pursued our killer to the very last second of your life!"
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