Old Shipyard Port Investigation Bureau Detention Block.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Zayne, who had been sleeping soundly, was jolted awake by the sound of metal being knocked.
A cup of instant coffee, a hard baguette, and two hot dogs made from processed meat were set down in front of him.
"Zayne, time to eat."
Scott placed the breakfast outside Zayne's cell.
That immediately sparked dissatisfaction from another detainee nearby.
"Hey officer, that's not fair. We're both locked up. Why does he get coffee, bread, and hot dogs, while I only get a corn cob?"
"He's a college entrance exam candidate. His exam is tomorrow. If you were one, you'd get the same," Scott snapped, glaring at the man, who instantly shrank back and said no more.
Zayne glanced over and noticed that the cell opposite his held a thin, monkey like man with sunken eyes, the kind of look that screamed poor health and weak vitality.
Seeing Zayne look at him, the man quickly spoke up.
"Oi, bro. You're a college exam kid. How did you end up locked in here? That doesn't make sense. What big crime did you commit?"
"Me? They suspect I killed Dano," Zayne answered honestly.
"What?" The man's voice shot up. "You? Kill Dano? Brother, I've traveled all over and met all kinds of people, and you are absolutely the best bullshitter I've ever seen."
"And you? What are you in for?" Zayne asked calmly as he took a bite of the baguette. Anyone locked in the Investigation Bureau's cells was definitely a Transcendent.
"Don't even get me started. I'm pissed just thinking about it. Originally it was nothing serious. I awakened as a Swiftshadow Skirmisher. I'm fast at everything, crazy fast. That's why I became a skirt chaser. Then I accidentally messed with the wife of a big shot, and boom, I got hauled in here," the man sighed.
Zayne's mouth twitched. This was the first time he had ever heard someone describe being fast enough to commit crimes with such refreshing shamelessness.
Swiftshadow Skirmisher was, as far as Zayne knew, an S rank rare class, famous for extreme speed and agility. High level ones could vanish instantly and were the best scouts and assassins.
And this guy used it to chase women.
Truly, every profession had its own kind of talent.
"Not curious who that big shot is?" the man said with a grin. "When they grabbed me, they sent nearly ten investigators, all above level forty."
Zayne paused, curiosity stirring. In a place like Old Shipyard Port, investigators above level forty were already top tier figures. What kind of person warranted that level of response?
"Let's hear it," Zayne said, swallowing the last bite of food and looking at him seriously.
The man's eyes lit up with pride, as if reliving a fond memory. "That woman really was something. Damn…"
"Enough," Zayne cut in. "I asked about the big shot, not his wife."
"Heh. You probably won't believe it. That woman is the wife of the deputy director of the Old Shipyard Port Investigation Bureau," the man said smugly.
The deputy director's wife.
Zayne's expression turned strange. No wonder they had mobilized ten level forty investigators. Not killing this guy on the spot was already an act of mercy.
"You really do have guts. You'll touch anyone's woman," Zayne said, shaking his head.
"Hey, you think that deputy director is some saint?" the man scoffed. "I was hiding in his closet once and heard him talking to Dano on the phone. Dano even said he had something to present to him."
"What did you say?" Zayne shot to his feet, staring at the man in disbelief. The deputy director and Dano had been in contact?
If they were in the same camp, then Zayne had just walked straight into a death trap.
The moment he stood up, a wave of dizziness washed over him. It was obvious now that something unknown had been mixed into his breakfast.
Clang.
Zayne lost his balance and fell to the floor, his body drained of strength.
"Hey bro, what's wrong?" the man asked.
"Don't worry about me," Zayne said bitterly. "Worry about yourself."
If someone was going to make a move, the man across from him would definitely not survive. From that position, he had a clear view of everything happening here.
"Me? What do I have to worry about? Another three years and I'm free," the man said, confused.
The next second, a long blade shot through the air like a streak of light and nailed him to the wall.
The man never imagined someone would assassinate him inside an Investigation Bureau cell. He had no guard up at all. Blood spilled from his mouth as he weakly raised a hand, as if trying to say something. Then his head tilted, and life left his body.
Crack.
As soon as the man died, Zayne's cell door opened. A tall, thin man stepped inside, his entire body wrapped tight, wearing a cap, mask, and sunglasses.
He grabbed Zayne by the hair and yanked him up, snarling coldly.
"Talk. Where is it?"
"What is it? What are you talking about?" Zayne frantically sacrificed his stomach and blood to purge the poison.
Bang.
The man slammed Zayne's head into the bars. Zayne's vision exploded with stars, his mind roaring as he nearly blacked out.
"Stop playing dumb. Dano died in your hands. The key has to be with you."
The man's voice was icy and vicious. The dagger in his hand flashed before Zayne's eyes.
"Hand over the key you got from Dano, and this ends here. Keep pretending, and I'll start by digging out your eyes."
Zayne felt nothing but bitterness. To avoid leaving evidence, he had taken nothing from the underground black market. Even if there really had been a key, it would have been burned to ash in the fire.
But he could not show weakness now. Otherwise, this man would not hesitate. Then Zayne would either expose his immortality or spend the rest of his life blind.
"Try taking one," Zayne snarled, locking eyes with him. "The key is with me. But it's not on me. Touch me, and I guarantee you'll never find that key for the rest of your lives."