Chapter 320 - The Man With The Dragon Tattoo

Over at Interpol, Trisha was also watching the live broadcast on television. At that moment, practically everyone in Hong Kong was watching it. After all, a huge international celebrity had been murdered while visiting their country. Even if they didn't follow entertainment and didn't care about celebrities, this was an extremely damaging incident for the image of their country. Who would visit Hong Kong when security was this bad? Were murderers just wandering freely on the streets? 

She held onto her phone and glanced down at it. She had just received the photo that Oliver sent her with Avaleigh, Emerson, and a mysterious stalker in it. At first, both she and Oliver thought the victim was Avaleigh, mainly because of misinformation from Steven, but now that she saw the press conference on the television, she realized the victim was actually someone else. But, for the sake of her idol, she still decided to look into the matter and speak to Emerson, just in case he and his friend was in danger.

Emerson was speaking live on television, so Trisha knew she couldn't give him a phone call at that moment. Thus, she picked up her phone and sent a message instead: "Call me when you're free. I have something urgent to show you. It is related to your friend, Avaleigh."

...

Over at the supermarket, Avaleigh had finally finished all her shopping. By this time, it was already 5pm and it was peak hour so there were a lot of people walking around. Originally, she didn't have many bags of shopping; just enough to cook a small dinner for two. But, after she saw Emerson on television, she wanted to thank him with a big feast and ended up with much more than she could hold. 

Fortunately, Albert was waiting nearby to pick her up, so she gave him a call and told him she was walking out of the supermarket.

As Avaleigh scrambled through the peak-hour crowd to get to the curb where Albert was planning to meet her, one of the bags in her hands began to stretch beyond its limit. 

A moment later, an office worker brushed past hurriedly, causing Avaleigh to lose balance a little, and the bag that was stretching snapped, emptying the contents all over the sidewalk.

"I'm sorry," Avaleigh apologized as she bent over to pick up the items.

People that were hurrying past looked at her and shook their heads. What a clumsy young woman. Everyone was trying to get home and she was getting in the way.

In a busy concrete jungle like Hong Kong, no one had the time to stop and help.

At that moment, Albert's car pulled up at the curb. As soon as he stopped the car, he noticed Avaleigh kneeling on the floor trying to pick up the things she had dropped while avoiding the feet around her.

He sighed, "People these days... They have no heart."

He quickly turned off his engine and undid his seatbelt to get out of the car.

But, just as he began to walk towards Avaleigh, a man with a cap and a face mask bent over to pick up some lemons that had rolled a fair distance away and handed them to her. From where Albert stood, he noticed the man's sleeve roll up a little as he stretched out his hand, and saw a bit of a tattoo. It looked like a dragon's tail that wrapped around his wrist. Obviously, the rest of the dragon was hidden along the rest of his arm.

"Thank you," Avaleigh said.

Albert glanced at the man with an impressed expression on his face, "That's more like it!" He felt a regained faith in humanity.

With a smile, he quickly ran over to thank the man as well. 

But, as he approached, the man turned away without a word and disappeared into the crowd like nothing had happened.

Avaleigh held onto the lemons with confusion. The man didn't say a word or even look into her eyes. He simply handed her the lemons and walked off. What a strange person.

Before long, Albert helped Avaleigh carry all her shopping into his car and they began to drive back to Emerson's apartment.

"Wow, Miss Song, you bought so much," Albert chuckled as he drove, trying his best to lighten the mood as he tried to hurry through the peak-hour traffic.

Avaleigh glanced at her watch. She had gotten too carried away shopping that she didn't even notice the time. Would she be able to prepare the feast that she had in mind before Emerson got home?

She then looked at the traffic outside the window and sighed. At this rate, would she even make it home before Emerson?

Albert noticed the stressed expression on Avaleigh's face and thought about the scene from earlier. Was she upset because she dropped her things and no one helped her? Of course, he couldn't read Avaleigh's mind, so he had no idea what she was actually thinking.

As his mind wandered off onto its own tangent, he remembered the strange man that disappeared into the crowd earlier and his imagination began to run wild again. Who was that man? Why did he come and go without a word? Was he a masked neighborhood hero that voluntarily helped people without asking anything in return?

If he was a hero, what would his name be? He had a blue cap, a black mask, a black leather coat, blue jeans...and a dragon tattoo on his arm...

As Albert thought about the tattoo, his eyes suddenly opened wide and he remembered something else. Last night, one of his customers had a tattoo like that as well! He couldn't remember if the two tattoos were exactly the same, but he was sure they were both dragons and they were both on the man's arm. He also remembered that the man from last night was also wearing a blue cap and a black mask. What a coincidence.

Most interesting of all, he had picked up that man from Royal Sunset Hotel after he dropped Avaleigh off...

Was he a guest at the hotel?