Chapter 60

Sixtieth Chapter: Tail

In the afternoon, in the lower district of Igewent, on White Pearl Street.

In a small alley, four or five street thugs were casually sitting on some steps. As usual, they were idly chatting and boasting to each other. Among them, a middle-aged man wearing suspenders was enthusiastically talking.

“Really? It must be true! My cousin saw and heard it with his own eyes and ears. He was right outside Corey’s shop at the time. The man definitely gave Corey the loot from Burton Ville’s case. Initially, Corey didn’t notice, but later he was so shocked that he blurted out Burton Ville’s name!”

Sitting in the center of the group, the bald man directly boasted. Listening to him, the others around him exclaimed in surprise.

“Really? So the killer who murdered Burton Ville might be here on White Pearl Street now?”

“Another tough guy has come here… They say he single-handedly took down seven or eight people. If he’s really here, those bosses wouldn’t dare provoke him…”

“Then Corey is willing to fence the loot for the killer. Could they be working together?”

The thugs started discussing among themselves. The Burton case had been heating up in Igewent recently, so this topic naturally came up. As the discussion became more intense, the man in suspenders who originally initiated the conversation quietly left the scene.

Standing on the rooftop, Dorothy manipulated her zombie puppet to wander through White Pearl Street, spreading similar rumors.

Under Dorothy’s deliberate manipulation, news gradually spread that “the usurer Corey received stolen goods related to the Burton case in his pawnshop and had contact with the suspected murderer.” Dorothy expected such news would soon reach the entire street and then the ears of those who needed to hear it.

“So… When will you make your move?”

Watching the sun slowly set, Dorothy murmured, “This morning Gregor told me I need to work overtime tonight, and I happen to have some extra work to do tonight as well.”

…

Daylight faded, night fell.

Dark shadows gradually enveloped Igewent and White Pearl Street.

Due to today’s unexpected developments, Corey was in a terrible mood. After scolding his assistant who had achieved nothing, he announced that the shop would close early and sent everyone home.

“d*mn it… d*mn it… How could so many people lose track of him? They’re useless!”

Inside the shop, Corey locked the door while grumbling. Filled with anger, he could only vent it through constant complaints.

“Ugh… Wait until tomorrow. I’ll go see Harkson tomorrow and get his men to help. I don’t believe I can’t find that guy!

“When I catch him, I’ll chop off his limbs and put them in a coffin to sink to the bottom of the Iron Mud River! Just like how I dealt with those ungrateful bastards before!”

Complaining, Corey planned to use his underworld connections to find help. Just as he turned to lock the door and prepare to do something else, a black-gloved hand reached out from behind him, holding a dagger to his throat.

“Don’t move, Corey Cross…”

Hearing the low voice behind him, Corey’s heart tightened. His eyes widened, and his anger turned into a sense of unease.

Why, why again! When did he come into my shop!

Corey’s heart raced as he realized this was his second threat of the day. He forced himself to stay calm and smiled, turning to the person threatening him.

“Sir, let’s talk. If you want money, I don’t have any on me right now. Please release me first, and I’ll get it for you.”

“I don’t need money. I just want to ask you if you received stolen goods related to the Burton Ville case this noon?”

Standing behind Corey, a tall, black-clothed, hooded man held a kn*fe to his throat and asked calmly. Corey quickly nodded.

“Yes, yes, yes! I received something from Burton Ville!”

“What is it? Where is it?” the black-clothed man continued to threaten, and Corey responded hastily.

“It’s in my right pocket. It’s a pocket watch. Let me get it for you…”

“No need… I’ll take it myself…”

As he spoke, the black-clothed man stretched out an empty hand and searched Corey’s pocket, pulling out a pocket watch. He opened it with one hand and quickly saw the name engraved on it.

“Who brought this watch here? Do you know him?”

Looking at the pocket watch, the black-clothed man asked directly. Hearing this, Corey panicked and answered immediately.

“Yes, it was a man, quite tall, wearing a black overcoat, with a hat. He had a g*n, and his face was covered. I couldn’t see his face at all. I don’t know him at all!”

“Tell the truth…”

“I am telling the truth, sir! That guy forced me to accept this watch with a g*n! I truly have no relation to him. I couldn’t see what he looked like! Please spare me!”

Corey pleaded, listening to which, the black-clothed man slowly nodded. After putting the pocket watch in his pocket, he lowered the kn*fe from Corey’s neck and pushed him forward.

“Stand there and don’t move, don’t turn back.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I won’t turn back!”

Corey quickly promised. After hearing Corey’s promise, the black-clothed man nodded and turned to leave. However, the humiliated Corey would not listen to him and stood there, glaring angrily at the drawer in front of him.

Without hesitation, Corey stepped forward, pulled out the drawer, and took out a revolver. He immediately turned around and pointed the g*n at the black-clothed man who was about to leave, ready to pull the trigger.

“d*e… Ah…”

Before Corey could finish speaking, a throwing kn*fe flew out from a dark corner of the room and struck Corey’s neck squarely. Before he could fire the g*n, Corey’s eyes widened as he fell to the ground.

The notorious usurer of White Pearl Street, Corey Cross, died in his own shop.

Then, another black-clothed, masked man emerged from the dark corner where the throwing kn*fe had flown out. Standing next to the man who was about to leave, he sneered.

“Everyone on White Pearl Street knows that Corey Cross’s promises are worthless…”

After saying this, a black-clothed man took out a palm-sized piece of paper from his pocket, crouched down, and placed it on Corey’s large, lifeless forehead. The paper quickly burned, leaving a faint “Cup” mark on Corey’s forehead.

Then, every inch of Corey’s flesh and bl**d began to evaporate strangely, rapidly rotting and dispersing. From skin to muscle to organs, every bit of bl**d and flesh evaporated into smoke.

In a short time, only bones and clothes remained where Corey’s body had lain.

“Hurry up and clean this up. Mr. Colif is still waiting for us…”

One of the black-clothed men took out a bag and collected all of Corey’s bones and clothes. Then, the two men carried the bag and escaped through a side window, disappearing into a deserted alley under the cover of darkness.

However, they did not know that the gecko, which had been watching everything from the ceiling, had seen their actions. And while they were collecting the bones, a smaller gecko had inadvertently crawled into Corey’s pants leg and was taken away with them.

At this moment, in a dark corner of the street, Dorothy slowly opened her eyes.

“At last… I’ve caught your tail…”