The Fallen Help's Deputy Gang Leader had no time to bother with an inn attendant like this. The three people here clearly had ties to the killer, especially the two women.
He had already learned on his way over that the two women were with the killer, while this middle-aged man seemed to have some bad blood with him.
What surprised him a little was that, according to the attendant, the middle-aged man had ultimately vacated two rooms for them. They had bad blood, yet could still share a courtyard?
That seemed somewhat unreasonable, but he could not spare much thought for it now. He had to catch the killer, or he would have no way to answer to the Chief.
The Deputy Gang Leader inwardly cursed his luck. This time, the Chief's son had clamored to visit the Imperial City, wanting to join the excitement surrounding the Ranking Contest. There had been no helping it; since he himself was coming to the Imperial City, the young master had tagged along.
But with this young master traveling, his safety had to be guaranteed. He had assigned the Fat and Thin Twin Demons to guard him, which should ordinarily have been more than enough.
Yet, against all expectations, he had died here. The responsibility could only fall on him.
If he could not catch the killer, how could the ruthless Chief possibly spare him?
He was the Fallen Help's Deputy Gang Leader, which sounded like a position of great power and authority, but that was merely the surface.
The power to decide important matters in the gang still rested with the Chief alone. Even though he was already a Half-Step Martial Realm expert, he still could not challenge the Chief's authority.
Only the Chief could decide who lived and died in