Chapter 613: Chapter 207 My Backer Has a Lot of Influence_4
This train of thought, once expressed, indeed makes it no surprise that they should run into each other.
Abel’s routine in the city was traceable. As long as one could predict his murderous intents, it wouldn’t be strange to lie in wait for him.
And when Robin said these things, there was actually another layer of meaning,
By pointing out these “flaws,” he seemed to be reminding Leonard Churchill that this line of thought might have its own flaws.
However, Leonard had his own plans, and it wasn’t a big problem.
Besides, not everyone was as observant as this fellow with Mental Deformation.
Robin himself casually added, “But you don’t need to worry too much. In my eyes, it’s very rare for others to have secrets. But not everyone has this ability like me.”
Leonard also picked up on it; this guy was still protecting him.
Even more curious now, he directly said, “Thank you for your help last time. But may I be so bold as to ask, on whose behalf are you acting, Mr. Robin Smith?”
As he spoke, he tried hard to recall their two encounters.
The first time they met, the fellow had stopped him because he was hired to hijack “Angel Feather.”
They fought a battle, and it was truly a fight to the death.
Back then, there was no hint of recognition.
But strangely, the second time they met, he risked his life to help? It was as if he recognized something, hence the dramatic change in attitude.
This was also something that greatly puzzled Leonard: What had Robin recognized? Or perhaps, when did he realize who he actually was?
But Leonard knew very well he was just a low-level Hunter, still clad in Studded Leather Jacket, not some grand figure’s illegitimate child who had fallen from grace.
His background didn’t carry enough weight to engage such a person’s help.
Leonard racked his brains and thought it over; among the people he knew, there weren’t many political tycoons who could turn the tide of power, not many at all.
Tracy Garcia’s mother?
Or perhaps Catherine Carter?
Or Sophia Jones of the Revolutionary Army?
None of them seemed to fit perfectly.
Robin drank quickly, his glass soon empty.
Showing no desire to linger, he got up with a matter-of-fact attitude as soon as he finished his business, “Alright. Now that I’ve passed on the message, I’ll be leaving.”
Leonard watched and stood up too, nodding his head, “Thank you.”
“Mhm.”
Robin nodded in acknowledgment, picked up his black umbrella, and left without any fuss.
Leonard, however, did not see that after the great detective left his seat, his eagle-like eyes glinted with insight. As he turned to leave, he murmured in a voice only he could hear, “I never expected... that ‘Mr. Sunny’ who had been sought after for so many years would actually be here. Heh, how marvelous...”
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Leonard watched Robin walk out of the tavern, then cast a glance at the business card on the table, quietly pocketing it.
Although the motives of Detective Robin Smith felt very strange,
Leonard also trusted his instincts; this guy was not an enemy.
At least not for now.
But since people were coming to him, Leonard had no intention of staying any longer at the Rusted Gear Tavern, to avoid drawing the attention of others with intentions.
However, coincidentally, just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a gang of bikers clad in Studded Leather Jackets, roaring in on their steam motorcycles and stopping boisterously at the tavern’s entrance.
Leonard looked at the menacing leader of the group. Wasn’t it Abel, the very person he was waiting for?