I’m Someone Else

Chapter 112

Pontius said, “Ah, that’s a waste of time, boss. I say we kidnap that b*tch and make her tell us everything. Wouldn’t it be more efficient that way?”

“What the f*ck do you know?” Tigre shot him a glare, and Pontius shut up.

Everyone else looked terrified too. Tigre’s wrath was not to be trifled with. Even though they were brothers, they were still scared of Tigre. These people knew very well that Tigre was a beast inside; he had no humanity at all.

“That woman is friends with the Morton and Peralta brat, or they wouldn’t have bought her bar. Do not do anything to her. Just look into the case secretly.” He turned to Tristan. “If Zoe does know the Morton and Peralta brat, why didn’t she ask them for help right away?”

Tristan smiled. “I think they just got to know each other, or we couldn’t have done whatever we wanted to her. She could’ve used her connections to stop us.”

Realization struck Tigre. “I see. You guys shouldn’t go back home for the time being. Desperate times call for desperate measures. We’ll be moving in groups for a while.”

Tigre had reason to worry. The killer was still in the shadows, and he might be after more of them too, but no one knew whom he would target next. If they split up, the killer could easily take them out one by one.

Tigre then left the room, leaving his brothers confused. He left just like that? But he hasn’t even eaten yet. However, they then thought it was normal. Three of his brothers died, so of course his mood was sour. Even the guys who remained felt uneasy.

“Tristan, so we only have one enemy now, right? Do you have any idea who they might be? The fact they brought Westsea Manor down alone means they must really be powerful.”

“I was going to talk about that.” Tristan took out another photo and placed it on the table. It was a photo of Thomas. It was taken when he left the bar.

Everyone checked it out, wondering who this man might be. They hadn’t seen him before, and he didn’t look like anyone outstanding. At most, he was handsome. Why is he showing us this picture? To insult our looks? What the hell is up with that?

Noticing their impatience, Tristan said, “I’ve looked into this man’s case. He almost never goes to bars, and yet he was in Twilight Bar the night Johnson died, and that was the second time he showed up in the same bar. The first time he was there, he got into a fight and broke Harvey’s legs.”

“Which Harvey?”

“Joe Patton’s only son.”

“Damn, and he survived for so long?”

Tristan nodded. “And therein lies the problem. Harvey’s legs were broken, but not only did Joe not avenge him, he even gave this man three million dollars.”

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“No f*cking way!”

Everyone was shocked. Even though Joe wasn’t the most powerful man in the city, he was still an infamous old thug. There was no way a no-name guy like this one could make him submit.

“Joe isn’t scared of him. He’s scared of Sean and William. Don’t underestimate this man. Sean and William see him as their boss. We’ve been working in this city for years, and we should know who’s who by now, but this man is not part of any family, nor is he famous, and yet Sean and William still bow to him. Don’t forget, he was there in the bar too the night Johnson died.”

“Hold on a second.” Pontius whipped his phone out and opened his gallery, then he placed it on the table. “Guys, I need to check something. See if this guy’s the same one Tristan said.”

“You know him too, Pontius?” Fordan gasped.

Dick quickly took the phone. He was wondering why Pontius had this man’s photo too. When Pontius saw their reaction, he was certain that he wasn’t seeing things. The moment Tristan showed Thomas’ photo, he knew that guy seemed familiar, and he finally knew why. “He’s the young master’s target. The young master even came to me yesterday and asked me to get someone to kill him.”

“What? Why? Why is he killing again?”

“What the hell is the young master doing?” Dick blurted. Ugh, the young master is such a hassle. He’s stirring sh*t up all the time. Murder is like a regular Tuesday for him. If he somehow crosses someone he shouldn’t, we’re all going to die.

Pontius said, “The young master hooked up with a girl lately, and this guy is her ex. I have no idea what his name is or why the young master wants him dead. All I know is that the killers he sent earlier are all six feet under now. That’s why he came to me. Something’s wrong with this punk.”

Dick quickly said, “We’re looking into this man’s case right away.” This man was their prime suspect. He had the skills and time to kill off Minacia Oito, after all. The young master these people were referring to was the very same who killed Walt—Leslie. It was a small world. Thomas would never have guessed that Minacio Oito was also an acquaintance of Walt.

“Um…” Pontius looked a little miffed. “Mr. Leslie told me to kill that man in three days. What should I do?” Pontius was in a dilemma. The fact that William and Sean worship this man alone makes it impossible for me to attack him. If I did, William and Sean would go after me. And if this man was the one who killed my friends, if I tried to attack him, the man would destroy me too.