Having just left the dock ticket office, Abner frowned at the burly man standing before him and asked in a deep voice:
"Who are you?
"Why are you stopping me?"
Unlike his crude appearance, the burly man was surprisingly polite. "You're Detective Abner Braine, right? My boss would like to meet you. I wonder if you have the time?"
Yet despite his courteous tone, there was a hint of refusal being impossible in his words.
Although I didn't deliberately hide my identity when I came to Davy, I'd spent most of my recent time at school grinding points. Aside from being somewhat high-profile when having dinner with Miss Gwen, I hadn't done anything particularly eye-catching...
Under such circumstances, anyone who knew I was on the island probably had access to intelligence channels...
As his thoughts raced, Abner took a step forward, simulated Hugh's Majesty, and asked again, "Who is your boss?"
"It's 'White Shark' Hamilton. I think you've heard of him." The burly man had not wanted to answer, but for some reason, fear suddenly rose in his heart, and cold sweat involuntarily appeared on his forehead.
"White Shark" Hamilton? He was likely the leader of the largest gang on Davy Island, the owner of the Flying Fish and Wine bar, and the organizer of another Beyonder gathering on the island besides Mr. Gaston's.
It was just that his Beyonder gathering was of a lower level and offered little in the way of security.
Moreover, "White Shark" had appeared in the original novel. He had connections with several pirate groups and played an unsavory role. Because of that, Gehrman, who had only recently gone to sea, had tricked him and obtained the radio code for contacting the Admiral of Blood.
What could he want with me? We have no connection