As night fell and the city lights came on, Fang Zheng appeared in a corner of an abandoned manor.
Bon was not an easy man to find. In terms from Fang Zheng's world, his profession was that of a snakehead. The Calvad Republic was a nation of immigrants, and every year, many people tried to settle here. Some came legally, while others did not, and Bon used all sorts of smooth talk to trick those people into being smuggled into Calvard.
Of course, if that were all there was to it, it would not have been much of an issue. Smuggling was a willing transaction—one party wanted it, the other was willing to do it. But for Bon, being a snakehead was merely a side business. There was ample evidence that he had deep ties to several Cult Organizations and criminal syndicates. He lured those illegal immigrants into Calvard, then sold them off to other organizations. Many of them met gruesome deaths.
If that were all, Bon would still have been difficult to arrest, because he had bribed government officials with vast sums of money to escape punishment.
But the problem was, he had screwed up.
No one knew what monsters Bon had sold his customers to, but those people clearly had no habit of burying bodies. One could imagine the public's shock when the police discovered dozens, perhaps even more, nameless corpses.
No matter how corrupt a government was, it could not allow such a thing to continue. A full-scale investigation was inevitable, and in such circumstances, someone had to take the fall. Bon became the pawn that had to be sacrificed. Once he was arrested and interrogated, quite a few people would be dragged down with him.
And dead men... could not talk.
So Bon was in a