Angel looked dazed. He had only wanted to ask Sanders for his opinion, then go to Waterford to meet this Fullington and see whether there was anything fishy about him. What he had not expected was...
Everyone had mobilized.
Aside from Leon staying behind at home, everyone else had come along.
It was merely a question about the date, and Angel had not yet definitively linked Fullington to Rolando. But perhaps because Xius had been frustrated by the lack of results from the alchemical puppet some time ago, he was especially fired up this time and had arrived in Waterford first.
They first found Richard at a dilapidated detective agency.
A week had passed, and Richard had finally changed into clean clothes. Yet judging from the heavy shadows beneath his eyes, he probably had not rested much these past few days.
When Angel arrived at the detective agency and said he wanted Richard to take him to see Fullington, Richard naturally did not dare refuse.
Richard walked at the front, but kept glancing back over his shoulder.
He had met Angel and White Bear last time. This time, there were two additional men with even more mature temperaments. Though neither of them spoke, Richard felt a wave of panic rise within him from merely stealing a glance at them.
Richard now somewhat understood what it meant for one's aura to be as profound as the sea.
The auras emanating from those two men were exactly that way—vast and powerful, as though he were gazing into the Bottomless Abyss.
This was probably the most cautious and nerve-racking escort Richard had ever made. He forced himself not to let his legs tremble, silently leading the group through the bustling commercial district and into the shabby, desolate slums of the lower city.
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