With the gray fog's blessing, Klein's divination abilities far surpassed those of ordinary Beyonders.
Using Daisy's vocabulary book, he quickly pinpointed the target: the gang leader Capin.
After apprehending one of Capin's subordinates, Klein was surprised to discover that the subordinate had been subjected to some kind of mystical restriction. If he tried to reveal any core secrets related to the kidnapping case, his superior would immediately detect it.
Fortunately, he soon thought of a clever trick. He used the gray fog's special properties and the 'Black Emperor' card's authority to create a fake spirit body double, successfully transferring the restriction from the captive.
Because of this, he successfully learned a great deal of information about Capin's criminal gang.
But the result was beyond his expectations—
The power behind Capin was terrifyingly large. It was highly possible that official forces were backing him!
His villa not only contained a large number of weapons under strict military control but also had multiple powerful Beyonders stationed there.
Among them, a Beyonder known as "Mr. Heras" was the most powerful, at least Sequence 6, and possibly even Sequence 5.
Adding in the other guards, there were at least four Beyonders in Capin's villa! This was definitely not a force an ordinary gang could afford.
What made Klein even more furious was that the abducted young children were actually treated as "gifts" to entertain those so-called "guests"!
If the children disobeyed or showed any slight negligence, they would suffer cruel punishments from the servants and maids in the villa.
And these subordinates, witnessing scene after scene of sin, showed no sympathy at all. Instead, they eagerly displayed their "competence," trying to win the praise of their masters.
It could be said that everyone in that villa, except for the poor victims, was a murderer.
In the divination vision, he saw the obsequious Capin among the guests, the high and mighty Heras, Wadra, a Member of Parliament who frequently appeared in newspapers, and a fat man referred to as "Deputy Director"—
Although he had been in Society for many years, both before and after his transmigration, when he truly witnessed such blatant evil, his heart still—
"It seems it's time for the Magician to perform," Klein said to himself.
"Speaking of which, since my advancement, besides the investigation into Lorne Disenk, I've never truly acted alone."
"Mr. Heras, among this batch of 'goods,' there's a type you'll like."
In the luxurious drawing-room of the villa, the gang leader Capin was fawning over a middle-aged man with a white wig and a sinister face, his face covered in smiles.
Behind him were several almost naked young girls whose faces were filled with terror.
He knew that compared to those who had already been "trained," Mr. Heras preferred younger children who still retained a bit of wildness.
As the person with the highest status in this villa, Heras always had the right to choose "gifts" first.
Of course, the so-called "selection" was just to satisfy his occasional dark whims. More often, Capin would "sensibly" send the most suitable "gift" directly to his room.
"Are there any that Kitty, Parker, or Beris would like?" Heras lifted a girl's chin, admiring her fearful yet forced and desperately squeezed-out ingratiating smile as if she were an object.
"All, all prepared."
"But—Mr. Beris has to guard the basement tonight, so his 'gift' can only be enjoyed tomorrow," Capin stammered, taking over the conversation.
"Very good." Heras's lips curled slightly upwards but quickly settled. Although he disliked his crude colleagues, maintaining a good superficial relationship was necessary. In this regard, Capin had always been very sensible, saving him a lot of trouble.
He turned his head and glanced at Capin, who was still smiling, and reminded him in a casual tone: "You are not the only human trafficker in Backlund. We can support you, or we can support others. You must remember that."
His tone was filled with undisguised contempt, completely disregarding Capin. This made the subordinates standing behind Capin wish they could find a hole to crawl into; after all, seeing their boss in such a humble state was not a good thing.
Capin's expression, however, was unusually calm, clearly not the first time he had heard these words. There wasn't a trace of irritation on his face; he continued to smile ingratiatingly: "Yes, yes, I understand, Mr. Heras."
"It's almost dinner time now."
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The 'gifts' will be delivered to everyone's rooms on time after dinner."
"Storms Above! Let us toast to a beautiful future!"
"To a beautiful future!"
Just as the several people in the dining room were raising their glasses and drinking, with a lively atmosphere, Klein, who had put on a "Black Emperor" skin, had silently arrived in the corner of the dining room in spirit form.
"Let you taste the power of specially made anesthetic."
The surroundings had been quietly filled by Klein with the Society's potent anesthetic gas. Before long, these gases would spread throughout the entire dining room. He himself was in spirit form, so he naturally wasn't afraid, but the diners who were feasting away were a different story.
This anesthetic was specifically for combat teams to use for escape in emergencies. According to the instructions, it could knock out not just people, but even elephants.
"Last time I dueled with that Leonard guy outdoors, if the environment had been enclosed, this stuff might have made him a Sleeping Beauty—" An untimely thought flashed through his mind.
"A bit—sleepy—"
Capin, being an ordinary person, was the first to fall victim. He felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, lowered his head, and directly collapsed into the food-filled plate.
"Clang!"
Accompanied by the clattering sounds of tableware falling, the surrounding waiters and maids also collapsed to the ground, one by one, unconscious.
"Someone's playing tricks!"
"Hold your breath!" Heras commanded sharply.
"Quick, open the door!"
Tsk—Capin and the others fell too quickly, causing the anesthetic to be discovered too early—Klein was not very satisfied with this result.
He had originally thought he could at least take down one Beyonder.
"It seems I'll have to play hardball."
"Bang bang bang!"
"Damn it!" Heras dodged the air bullets in a disheveled manner, looking with fury at the figure that descended from the sky, clad in majestic black armor and wearing an ancient crown.
"Strange, the guards here seem a bit off—" Lorne hid in the shadows outside the villa, observing the surrounding arrangements.
The security on the surface here looked very strict, with fierce-looking guards patrolling with hounds. But—it specifically lacked the kind of vigilance unique to the Beyonder world.
This villa was too obvious, too ostentatious!
Either the people in this villa were extremely arrogant, or—they simply weren't afraid of ordinary searches.
Backlund had just gone through a period of "crackdown," so ordinary wild Beyonders or members of secret organizations couldn't be so ostentatious.
The power behind Capin might be somewhat different from what Lorne had expected.
Just as he was pondering his next move, a restless spiritual reaction emanated from the villa.
"Someone's fighting inside."
"Could it be—that Sherlock Moriarty?" Lorne's face first darkened, then suddenly lit up. "Never mind, this is a great opportunity to save people amidst the chaos!"
"Mr. Heras, among this batch of "goods," there's a type you'll like."