Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 399 The Illusionist Guild and the Arnold Assassin Team

Forensic Identification Center

Hubert and Wade were hard at work.

The three bodies were indistinguishable, but the higher-ups had ordered autopsies, so Hubert took charge.

From the basic physiological structures, all three were male.

Suddenly, Hubert noticed a strange black substance between the teeth.

Using tweezers, he extracted it and examined it under the light.

Wade leaned in and asked, "Hubert, what is that? Looks pretty gross."

Hubert couldn't identify it right away and told Wade, "Get a container and send it to the lab."

Wade quickly fetched one.

After finishing the autopsy on one body, Hubert moved to the next, finding the same black substance between the teeth.

Meanwhile, at the Mountain Road,the Greafury City Police, following Mark's orders, took turns guarding the area, not daring to slack off.

Patricia Brown, captain of the Winds of Fury Team's first squad from the Illusionist Guild, was hiding in the woods with her team. Suddenly, she sensed an attack from behind. She dodged and engaged the attacker. In an instant, the two groups were fighting in the night, which was unnoticed by the police.

"Why is it you again?"

"Remember me so well? What, you got a crush?" Patricia said, kicking at the attacker.

Unbeknownst to her, the man had anticipated her move. With a swift motion, he dodged her and seized Patricia's ankle.

Holding her ankle, he spun her around, pulling her close. His large hand gripped her neck as he coldly said, "What's the Illusionist Guild doing here stealthily? Are the people on that chopper your doing?" Patricia couldn't break free and retorted, "Stealthily? Like your Arnold Assassin Team is so righteous. Why mock us?"

"I'll ask you one more time, are the people on that chopper your doing?"

After a moment's contemplation, Patricia decided to play along, assuming a defiant stance. "Yes, so what? No? Well, that doesn't matter either. We've faced off a bunch of times, and you've never come out on top." The man's patience was thinning, his voice icy as he replied, "If they are, then you're done for today."

With that, his grip tightened even further.

Feeling the weight of her life hanging by a thread, Patricia quickly sought to appease him, "Okay, okay, I'll talk! But this is a secret, so you'd better lean in closer."

In the president suite on the top floor of the Greafury City hotel, Alvin emerged from the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist. His freshly trimmed hair and tall, muscular physique struck a commanding presence. A careful look revealed scars crisscrossing his back and chest-testaments to his time with the Arnold Assassin Team.

These features combined radiated an undeniable aura of raw masculinity.

He shook the water from his hair and walked to the large window. He picked up a lotus-scented cigarette, lit it, and held it between his fingers.

As he exhaled a ring of smoke, the haze enveloped him, casting his figure in a mysterious, almost ethereal light.

Two knocks echoed through the room.

Alvin, holding the cigarette, went to open it.

"Arnold."

Standing at the door was a member of the Arnold Assassin Team, Alvin's current subordinate, codenamed Dominic Day, known for his ruthless nature and close combat skills.