The waiter laughed. "You must be joking, sir. There's even less chance of a murder happening in Sundari these days."
"Vitaly Orlov came here before he was hunted down. Tell me what happened." Hermit raised a hand and lightly waved it before the waiter's eyes.
The waiter's gaze went unfocused for a moment before he said, "I don't know anyone named Vitaly Orlov, but there was indeed some chaos here a week ago. I was backstage at the time, though, so I don't know what happened."
"Who knows better?"
"Degado. He was cleaning up front at the time," the waiter replied.
Hermit nodded. Then his gaze abruptly sharpened, his piercing eyes seeming to stab straight into the waiter's soul!
"You're lying!" Hermit said coldly. "This bar's livestream was never interrupted. It kept broadcasting all kinds of programs! And as Duke Satine's peace ambassador, Vitaly Orlov could not possibly have been absent from the major news channels! You knew him, but you chose to lie!"
The waiter stared blankly at Hermit, then suddenly rolled his eyes back and collapsed unconscious.
Hermit shot to his feet, scanned his surroundings, and quickly headed behind the bar.
A staff member blocked his way. "Sorry, sir, customers aren't allowed back here."
"Where is Degado?" Hermit asked directly.
"Degado? He quit last month," the staff member asked in confusion.
"Where is Vitaly Orlov?" Hermit asked another question.
The staff member's eyes suddenly went dull, and he toppled over like a puppet with its strings cut.
Hermit's expression instantly turned grave.
A moment later, several figures flew swiftly down from the sky and landed steadily on the ground. They were elite warriors clad in black Mandalorian Crusader Armor! The t-shaped electronic tactical visors on their fully enclosed helmets gleamed with an ominous light.
Jetpacks mounted on the