Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At the Lous Club, Scovlund.
The Lous Club was a five-story building, its facade featuring rows of stone columns from the third to fifth floors, with carvings beneath and a spire at the topâa typical example of Inggish architecture.
This was the headquarters of the Freemasons.
Most of the important matters concerning the organization were handled here.
At this moment, a black Mercedes pulled up at the entrance. Evans and Helice hastily stepped out of the car and entered the building.
The first and second floors of the club were connected, forming a large open area. Wooden staircases on either side led up to the second floor.
Though spacious, the lighting inside was dim, casting a somewhat eerie atmosphere. At the center of the hall stood a statue bearing the Freemason symbol.
It added further to the ominous feel.
Without wasting time, the two quickened their pace and headed upstairs, climbing all the way to the fifth floor.
The layout of the fifth floor resembled that of a hotel.
It had a carpeted central corridor and about a dozen rooms on either side.
The entire structure was wooden, reflecting the character of the building, as well as the old-world charm of the city.
Reaching the end of the left corridor, the pair stopped at the farthest room.
They straightened their clothes, attempting to appear more presentable and less disheveled.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Evans knocked rhythmically on the door.
A raspy, aged voice soon responded from within.
âCome in.â
Evans pushed open the door, and he and Helice stepped inside.
The room was smaller than one might expectâabout a hundred square meters.
The furnishings were classically Inggish, reminiscent of the homes of old gentlemen often seen in TV dramas.
Three people were in the room.
Two were men in their thirties, both white. One had long hair tied into a neat braid.
The other had short hair and a tattoo of the word âGODâ on his neck. They both stood respectfully in front of the desk.
Behind the desk sat an elderly man, white-haired and frail-looking, like a skeleton draped in skin that seemed ready to fall off.
His name was Connolly, a deputy supervisor of the Freemasons.
Though the leaders of overseas Freemason chapters held the same title of deputy supervisor, their positions were largely honorary. It was nowhere near the level of authority that Connolly wielded.
Within the Freemasons, only two people had more power than Connollyâthe Grand Master and the Master.
Connolly personally managed most of the organizationâs affairs.
In addition to Connolly, the long-haired man was Nathan, who held the same rank as Evans.
They both served as Wardens of the Freemasons.
The short-haired man, named Gill, had once been an outstanding Warden.
âMaster Connolly.â
Upon seeing Connolly, Evans and Helice bowed deeply, expressing their respect.
Connolly nodded, twirling a pen in his hand as he rasped out:
âWhatâs the story behind these two fires?â
âIt was the Central Guard Brigade,â Evans replied.
âThey left Lundun. When did they return?â Connolly asked.
âWe havenât figured that part out yet,â Evans said.
âBut I suspect it was done by the leader of their Team 1âa Huaxian man named Lin Yi.â
âLin Yiâ¦â Connolly murmured, his tone contemplative.
âThat name sounds familiar.â
âHeâs the one who escaped during the Panem incident.â
âAh, him.â A hint of recognition flashed across Connollyâs face. âThe Panem incident caused quite a stir. For him to have survived that environment, heâs certainly impressive.â
No one else spoke.
Partly because Connolly was the third most powerful figure within the Freemasons.
In such a hierarchical organization, they lacked the courage to interrupt.
Moreover, what Connolly said wasnât wrong.
âMaster Connolly, based on my assessment, Lin Yi likely wonât stop at just these two incidents,â Evans said.
âI plan to deploy more people to capture him.â
âAre you confident?â Connolly asked in a low voice.
Evans hesitated, feeling the weight of Connollyâs question, which implied doubt in his abilities.
Hurriedly, Evans bowed again.
âThis was a failure on my part. I take full responsibility and swear Iâll capture him!â
âFrom the C-grade serum deal, to Walkerâs death, and now the fires at our buildings, Iâve given you countless chances.â
Connolly said calmly, still twirling the pen in his hand, his expression eerily similar to the sinister Dr. Heiter from The Human Centipede.
âPlease, Master Connolly, grant me one more chance.â
Evans pleaded, bowing deeply.
âEnough.â Connolly waved his hand, his face somber.
âYouâve been with the Freemasons for over a decade. We canât keep giving you all the chances.â
As he finished speaking, Connollyâs gaze shifted to Gill.
âThis will be your final task as Warden. If you handle it well, youâll replace Walker as the next Grand Warden.â
âThank you, Master Connolly,â Gill said, bowing with a wicked smile.
âIâll personally capture him and throw his corpse at the Central Guard Brigadeâs doorstep, so they understand the consequences of crossing the Freemasons.â
Connolly nodded approvingly. âThough heâs a leader in the Central Guard Brigade, donât worry too much about repercussions. A large-scale conflict between us wonât happen. Even if they suffer, theyâll have to endure it. Leaving his body at their doorstep is a good idea.â
Gill nodded again, speaking seriously,
âI suspect his next target is Berghain, as itâs close to Paree. Iâve already stationed people there to watch for him.â
âGo now. Weâve already lost two buildings. If anything else happens, itâll severely damage our global reputation.â
âYes, Master Connolly. Ring! Ring! Ring!â
Suddenly, Gillâs phone rang.
âMaster Connolly, itâs from my men in Berghain. There may be news.â
âAnswer it. Letâs hear what they have to say.â
Gill answered the call and switched it to speaker mode.
âMr. Gill, bad news! The Freemason building in Berghain is on fire!â
The room fell silent for a moment, save for Connolly. The other three menâs expressions changed drastically.
They had anticipated Lin Yiâs movements, but no one expected him to act so quickly!
âDammit! I sent ten of you there, and you still couldnât stop him?â
âApologies, Mr. Gill. The enemy was incredibly skilled. We werenât a match for him.â