The legend was over.
Du Yu insisted on carving a bunch of usernames into a wall by the street. Chada tried several times to stop him but failed, so he could only agree. He asked Du Yu who these people were, and Du Yu only said they were his "big brothers."
But these usernames were all bizarre.
There was "Gorgeous Guy Who Loves Face Masks."
There was "Underworld's Black-Clad Godslayer."
There was "I Forgot My Magic Treasure."
There was "Exactly, Exactly."
There was "A Stronghold Chief."
And there was "Don't Call Big Cat."
There were more than a dozen others, none of which Chada recognized.
After dawn, Du Yu, Shiranui Asuka, Chada, and Ramla returned to the inn.
"What an unexpected outcome..." Du Yu said with a sigh of relief. "Who would've thought 'Jack the Ripper' was a group-buy deal..."
He knew that "Jack the Ripper" was not a single criminal, but represented the "evil" in human hearts.
As long as that "evil" remained in human hearts, "Jack the Ripper" would never disappear.
"Mr. Du, you owe me four pounds. Remember to pay me back when we return to China," Chada told Du Yu with a cheerful smile.
"Huh?!" Du Yu froze. "What four pounds? Did I ever borrow money from you?"
"Borrow money? No, no." Chada shook his head. "I chose the second solution, so I can't keep earning money from Ms. Lizzie. I still had four pieces of information left to sell and four crime scenes left to clean up. Each job paid fifty pence, for a total of four hundred pence, or four pounds."
"Wait, aren't you being a little unreasonable..." Du Yu said helplessly. "You were the one who said you didn't want to keep doing this... Isn't sticking me with this four-pound debt a little