Entering

"Count Wayne?!"

Qin Ran looked surprised, but his heart was utterly calm.

When the mastermind known as "Evan" had slightly revealed the strength of his forces, Qin Ran had narrowed down the possible identities to several people, with Count Wayne being the most suspicious.

After all, the man's family was immensely renowned in this city.

It was just that Qin Ran had not had any evidence before.

And now?

Naturally, there was no need for it.

"As expected of the best detective in this city!"

Seeing the surprise on Qin Ran's face, the mockery in Count Wayne's eyes grew even stronger. He said lightly, "I originally thought you would need another week to find those things for me!"

Clearly, he had already regarded the Dawn Church's thousand years of accumulated wealth as his own.

"As your reward, I believe you must be eager to see your old friend!"

He had no intention of waiting for Qin Ran's reply and lightly clapped his hands.

Immediately, Sheriff John was pushed out from the crowd, his hands bound behind his back and his mouth gagged. He staggered over to Qin Ran's side.

Sheriff John bore clearly visible wounds—inflicted by whips and daggers.

He was covered in blood!

Yet Qin Ran secretly let out a breath of relief.

What he had feared most was seeing Sheriff John's corpse.

"John, how are you?"

Qin Ran steadied him, tore the rag from his mouth, and untied the ropes around his hands.

"I'm fine!"

Sheriff John shook his head with a bitter smile, his face filled with dejection.

Clearly, the sheer strength of their enemies had left him disheartened.

Of course, an even greater reason came from himself—his failure to see Count Wayne's true nature beforehand was an unbearably heavy blow to the upright sheriff!

Count Wayne,