Asking for Help (Congratulations to @I Am Human God on the alliance!)

"Sean... he's actually here?"

"Luckily I was wearing the Crow Mask... otherwise I definitely would have been recognized..."

"However, I also used the pseudonym Sean before. Does that mean the fake has run into the real deal?"

Sulu's mind was in turmoil, and he was caught between laughter and tears.

"Sir... is there anything I can help you with?"

Just as he was pondering this, the real Sean strode over and politely asked.

But Sulu, who knew his temperament well, knew that the kid was just very interested in his dog.

"N-nothing... I was just a little curious about the closed building..."

Sulu shook his head.

"Because the building was contracted to a shady contractor, the structural integrity of the building is compromised, and it's no longer habitable..." Sean coughed, his face turning serious.

"Is that so? Then I'll take my leave..."

Sulu smiled, turned and left.

"By the way, your dog is nice..." Sean's voice continued from behind.

"Sean!"

A middle-aged detective rubbed his face. "Remember... when you're on a mission! Keep a low profile! Maintain secrecy!"

"Hey... I know, I didn't say anything! And... I don't think he's a reporter!"

Sean stared seriously at Sulu's retreating figure and said, "A reporter can't raise a dog like that!"

late at night.

Sulu returned to the apartment.

Wood, who had been smoking and waiting in the corner, immediately stepped forward and whispered, "The dog owner from this morning has been dealt with... It was just an accident, and he promised not to harass us further or demand compensation."

How could ordinary thugs possibly be a match for real gangsters?

Sulu nodded, relieved, and added, "These past few days... there's been a woman spying on this apartment building. Go investigate."

"Don't worry!"

Wood nodded quickly.

While the Shark Gang isn't a particularly powerful gang, that's only true for the upper class. Among ordinary people and the poor, it still wields considerable influence.

"Very well, then I won't invite you to dinner."

Sulu entered the apartment and asked Mary to start preparing dinner.

As for Sean's matter? The Shark Gang no chance of finding anything, and it might even expose the relationship between the two parties, so Sulu doesn't mention it at all.

Harlock was exhausted after a long day. For once, he didn't run around, but instead lay down under the table, waiting for a sumptuous dinner.

Half an hour later.

As Sulu ate a piece of lamb chop sprinkled with spices and a pigeon served with lemon juice, he was calculating his haul for the day.

"The mysterious creatures in Nia City... can basically be ruled out..."

"They didn't have any useful materials on them. Maybe I should try my luck in the suburbs tomorrow..."

"As for the ' Shadow Council '? We can't give up on that line either; there might be a chance of acquiring it... I've already figured out the route from the city's sewers to the ' Hall of Shadows,' although it's probably the most common and second-worst in terms of secrecy..."

Sulu wasn't particularly surprised that Sean was in Lori City.

After being kidnapped last time, Sean was transferred to the West Coast, and after a series of events, he gained mysterious power. It was normal for him to be absorbed by the Bureau 11.

New Phoenix State is very close to Gusta State, so his presence here is not unacceptable.

However, given Sulu's current situation, it is not suitable for him to contact the other party.

' Sean is here... Where's Rhode? He wrote in his last letter saying he was studying under a senior Witch Hunter from the Goddess Church. So much time has passed; he should have advanced to [Demon Hunting Expert] by now, right?'

The [Witch Hunter] profession has always been controlled by the Church of the Goddess of Light, even those at the fifth or sixth tier.

However, such roads are indeed very dangerous.

The more Sulu dealt with the Spirit World, the more he understood the terror of the ' Abyss ' and ' Demon '!

Even with the Goddess of Light as their ally, the path of the Demon Hunter is still incredibly risky.

Especially when one is promoted to 'Legend'!

"But fortunately... even with a teacher, it would be difficult for Rhode to reach that level in a short time..."

The next day, early morning.

As usual, Sulu drank milk and read the newspaper, preparing to take the dog for a walk after breakfast.

Jingle bells!

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Who? Wood? Is there already a result regarding yesterday's events?"

Holding the newspaper in both hands, Sulu's Inspiration flowed, and he sketched the image of a middle-aged man in a tuxedo.

"Stranger... Harlock!"

Sulu pointed to the door.

Harlock glanced at Sulu, seemingly disdainful of his master's laziness, but still pounced forward and opened the door handle.

"Hello, is Mr. Sean Beta home?"

A middle-aged man stood by the door, about to greet him, but upon looking at Harlock's dog-like face, he fell silent.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

At this moment, Sulu also stood up, sensing a well-trained demeanor emanating from the middle-aged man.

Well, judging from her attire, she is most likely a butler.

"My name is Kingdom, and I am Mr. Owen Dogwell's butler. He would like to invite you to his villa."

As expected, Kingdom bowed slightly.

"Landlord Owen? What's wrong? Is it urgent?"

Sulu glanced at the carriage parked outside.

"Yes, it's urgent... I need advice on some professional issues."

Kingdom continued.

"So that's how it is..."

Sulu understood. "Please wait a moment, I'll change my clothes."

He went back to his room, grabbed his coat, and, with Harlock in tow, went out and got into the carriage.

Although somewhat surprised that he was bringing a dog, Kingdom said nothing and ordered the carriage to move.

Half an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of a beautifully built villa.

Led by the Kingdom, Sulu was led into the living room.

"Hello, my friend!"

Owen was wearing pajamas, with dark circles under his eyes. He looked up, his lifeless eyes staring at him.

"Hello, Mr. Owen, how can I help you?"

Sulu sat down on the sofa, and a maid brought him coffee.

"Yes... I... have something to ask you about, concerning folklore and mysticism... you should be an expert in this area."

Owen said, somewhat reluctantly.

Sulu noticed that the butler and servants had left sometime earlier, and only Harlock's excited voice echoed in the living room.

Where did you learn about this?

Sulu asked curiously.

"I'm good friends with Mr. and Mrs. Rosan. I heard about you from them and inquired about your deeds. I found you to be trustworthy..."

Owen seemed to sink into the sofa. "And I need your help!"

So my fame has already spread within the industry? I hope this doesn't lead to the Bureau 11 coming to my door to check my background.

Sulu maintained his smile, "Please speak."