The brown-haired youth's pupils contracted as he looked at the Carbon spread out in front of him.
"Senior Prohibition Agent..."
Balaz sobered up a bit instantly, but instead of begging for mercy or giving in, he stiffened his neck, his face flushed, and turned his head to shout:
"I'm warning you, let me go right now, or else... Ah!!"
Before he could finish speaking, he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
Gilan, with an indifferent expression, grabbed his hair and forcefully pressed his knee down.
Soon, the screams subsided.
Balaz's eyes rolled back, his face, distorted and contorted, turned a deep purplish-red. He stuck out his tongue, drooling, and looked horrifying.
"This... this detective, he... he's dying!"
"A noblewoman said in a panic."
Gilan grinned, then slowly raised his knee slightly, as if bestowing a chance for the young man beneath him to survive.
"Ugh! Cough cough, cough cough!!"
Balaz coughed violently several times, as if he were about to vomit his lungs out. His entire body was limp as mud, and even his crotch was soaked and smelled foul.
The crowd covered their noses and backed away, their eyes frequently glancing at the blond youth who had committed the violence, their eyes filled with fear.
Gilan pulled a pair of metal handcuffs from his waist and fastened them together, binding Balaz's hands behind his back. He had taken these handcuffs from the South Muse Police Station, and quite a few of them; the junior officers there didn't dare utter a sound.
"Keep an eye on him, don't let him get away."
Gilan stood up and said calmly to the two hotel security guards.
"This person is suspected of participating in group drinking and has been added to the arrest list."
"Yes... yes, Detective."
The two security guards exchanged a glance and had no choice but to nod in agreement.
At this moment, Dadeier also huddled together with the other noble ladies. They exchanged a few words in hushed tones before sharing their information.
Soon, the noble ladies realized the identity of the blond youth; he was the mysterious helper that Dadeier had invited!
"Mr. Gilan, let's go upstairs quickly."
Dadeier led several noble ladies over and addressed Gilan.
"Hmm." Gilan nodded.
He ignored the curious glances from the noble ladies and walked ahead on his own. The group quickly went up to the second floor and found room number "0212".
The room is very soundproof; you can't hear anything from the outside.
A noblewoman beside Dadeier was about to knock on the door when Gilan raised her hand to signal them to step back.
Without saying a word, he immediately kicked her.
BOOM!!
The sturdy wooden door was smashed open with a loud crash.
Inside, three men and one woman all turned to look, their expressions astonished.
They were sitting on the floor, drinking and making merry on the carpet. Various exquisite bottles of liquor were scattered around them: beer, rum, whiskey, brandy, vodka...
The man at the head of the group was like a huge, fat ball, with his chin stacked in three layers. He wasn't wearing a shirt, revealing his round, bulging belly, and he was holding a disheveled young girl in his arms, reeking of alcohol.
The other two men even took off their coats and pants, looking quite indecent.
Several noble ladies beside Dadeier gasped and quickly turned their heads to cover their eyes.
"Damn it!" the obese young man cursed. " Dadeier Taylor! When will you ever stop?! What have I done to you?!"
Dadeier completely ignored him, instead frowning as she looked at the confused and bewildered brown-haired girl.
" Aruka!" she called out.
However, the girl in the obese young man's arms did not react at all; in fact, her cheeks were flushed, and she was groping her body with her hands, as if trying to remove the clothes that were in the way.
The other two youths grabbed the bottles from the ground and stood up with unfriendly expressions.
Their gaze remained fixed on the doorway, lingering on the only man. The group of noble ladies were no threat; it was the blond youth who seemed like a hired accomplice and was quite an eyesore.
"Miss Aruka is Brady's girlfriend. It's just a gathering of friends. What business is it of yours?"
One of them said coldly.
"Ladies, you're all welcome to join us if you'd like. But if you cause any more trouble, don't blame us for being impolite."
Gilan remained calm and strode up to the two young men.
His gaze was extremely aggressive as he glanced at the bottles of wine in their hands.
"How are you being impolite? Just because of the bottles you're holding?"
Gilan gave a fierce smile.
The two youths felt a chill run down their spines, as if they were being stared at by a terrifying beast.
Swish!
Gilan took out his brown leather card and spread it out.
"Imperial Prohibition Agent, Gilan Iros."
He said calmly.
"You have all violated the Empire's ' Prohibition ' by gathering and drinking high-proof liquor. The evidence is overwhelming. What else do you have to say?"
" Prohibition?"
The two young men exchanged a glance, finding it all absurd.
In their minds, this law was practically meaningless to the upper class. Now, an officer had actually come with this law to arrest them.
Both ignorant and laughable.
Doesn't this person know that even if they were taken to the police station, it would be futile? With their powerful connections, the two wouldn't face any real punishment.
On the contrary, this junior agent will inevitably face retaliation.
Even the noble ladies present thought the young agent was somewhat naive.
They were unaware of Gilan's true identity and knew nothing of his deeds, so they all turned to look at Dadeier, as if asking whether this young man was reliable or not.
Dadeier smiled gently and gave her a reassuring look.
The noble ladies exchanged glances, pursed their lips, and looked on with a mixture of disbelief and skepticism.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance."
Gilan looked at the bottles of wine in their hands and laughed.
"Either smash a bottle over my head right now, or I'll arrest you all."
Who do you think you are?!
The sons of the two councilors, both young and hot-blooded, were enraged upon hearing this.
Ugh!
One of them raised a bottle and smashed it over Gilan's head, startling the ladies present who all gasped in surprise.
Bang!!
A loud bang.
A piercing scream followed.
And the exclamations of the noble ladies.
The young man holding the bottle collapsed to the ground, clutching his leg and howling in pain.
"Ahhh!! My legs! My legs!!"
Blood flowed from his fingers and quickly splattered on the ground.
Gilan stood ramrod straight, his face expressionless, the muzzle of his revolver still emitting blue smoke.
He glanced at the other young man in front of him, who was holding a bottle of liquor high but dared not move an inch. He remained frozen in shock, anger, and disbelief, opening his mouth but unable to utter a single word.
"If a prisoner attempts to resist arrest with force during an investigation, I have the right to shoot him dead on the spot."
Gilan said calmly.
He then pointed the gun at the man's forehead, clicked the hammer, and prepared to fire.
Clang.
The young man decisively threw away the bottle and raised it high with both hands. He gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, but he dared not gamble with his life.
"Put your hands behind your head and squat down."
Gilan added.
The young man took a deep breath, his lungs pounding with rage, but he had no choice but to obey.
Gilan moved the gun away again and aimed it at the obese, ball-like man.
" Brady, huh? You get over here right now, or I'll make you do something!"
The latter shuddered when the gun was pointed at him.