Trafford's Trading Club

"What did you say? I’m the master here! Humph!" The man frowned, groaning, "Wait."

Then he directly walked to the column in front of the door, ringing the doorbell---If he hadn’t lost everything, he wouldn’t come back by taxi.

He borrowed the phone from the driver on the way, but he couldn’t get through to Edgar, which made him uneasy.

The doorbell rang for a long time but nobody responded. The taxi driver got off the car and came to the man, "Sir, I think no matter how long you ring, it won’t have any response... But you do know there’s no free taxi in the world?"

"What do you want to do?" The man snorted.

Maybe because he was being in a high position for long, this snort made the driver’s face suddenly change and instantly stopped his footsteps.

The man couldn’t help sneering because his vigor overwhelmed the driver’s; but at this time, the taxi driver just turned around and harshly ran to his car without a word. He directly backed up, taking a U-turn with high power to leave along the original way.

The man was stunned... He didn’t expect this adverse change. The man unconsciously turned around; he only saw a white-suit guy with blood all over hanging on the iron gate.

His arms that pierced the iron gate supported his body... But his head flapped down with body unmoved.

The man was scared by this. He suddenly knew why the driver left in such a fluster.

The man gather his courage, walking to the gate and holding up the man’s head. Soon, he recognized him--- What happened in the manor?

This was what he urgently wanted to know! The man pushed the gate and found it was unlocked. He hesitated and bit his teeth, taking a pistol from the corpse’s hand, swallowing his saliva, and then slowly stole into the manor.

The man saw a lot of corpses on the way--- And all of them were his people!

The deluxe villa in the manor seemed very quiet at this time.

The man shouted after he pushed the door open and saw nobody here, "Edgar! Edgar! Are you here? Edgar! Are you here? "

Whomp---!

It seemed to be the sound of something being struck. The man suddenly turned around, and quickly aimed at his front with the pistol, gruffly saying, "Who!"

"Ah... Young master!" A man holding his arm in the corner slowly stood up, "Thanks God, you are fine!"

"Oh! A living man here." The man showed a happy face and quickly came to hold this guy, "Tell me what happened here..."

But before he finished speaking, the familiar voice of his old butler was heard.

"Sir! It turns out you are here! "

Edgar hurriedly went down from the corridor. His clothes were very messy, but hairstyle was neat... "Thank God you are fine! I found the corpses of Efim and his men in the study when I woke up. Sir, did you do this?"

"Me?" The man was totally puzzled, "Edgar, listen to me, these days..."

"Oh! Sir, I don’t think it is the time to talk about this." The old butler sternly said, "I have informed Brubov what happened here. Listen, Mr. Brubov only gave us half an hour to clean up. "

"Brubov?" The man was quite confused, "Wait, it’s true that I come to Moscow to cooperate with Brubov. But I haven’t seen him!"

"Oh! My poor man, didn’t you talk with Brubov before the first auction about the plan to kill Efim?" The old butler frowned, "Are you confused due to the grenade explosion just now?"

The man was stupefied...His intuition told him that there were some strange things he couldn’t explain. He wanted to speak and try to know what had happened.

But just at this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy.

Many scenes flashed across his eyes--- like a 120-frame film.

Then the man fell into a coma.

"Sir! Sir!Sir!! "

...

The pain on his face made Yelgo wake up. At the moment he opened his eyes, a familiar face appeared in his sight.

"Mr. Victor!" Yelgo happily grabbed Victor’s arm, "Great! You’re all right! I’ve been looking for you all the time! Where did they imprison you?!"

Victor was stunned and subconsciously thought--- The men of this manor didn’t tell Yelgo his whereabouts, but just confined him.

"Calm down." Victor patted Yelgo’s shoulder, "Let’s leave it alone. Now, can you tell me what happened here?"

"Oh! I don’t know either. It seemed to be an attack, and I escaped from the chaos. I was going to look for you! "Yelgo recalled, "Mr. Victor, many weapons are hidden here and lots of people died! I think we should call up the teams as soon as possible... "

"Yelgo!" Victor yelled with a little loud voice, "Talk about it later. You only need to tell me what’s going on with this guy?"

Victor reached out his finger and pointed.

Yelgo turned his focus; he found a corpse lying in this very disordered room.

A mummy-like gray body with black blood bleeding from the mouth and blood vessels appearing on the face looked extremely terrifying!

He was... the killer!

Yelgo clearly remembered something happened before... This guy became extremely horrific after he injected something into his own body. Yelgo didn’t know what this guy injected, but obviously it was not a good thing!

But... Why did this guy die?

Yelgo was scared, because he knew he had instinctively entered an unknown state due to the extremely dangerous situation.

Once he went into this state, he would lose his mind and couldn’t remember what he had done... ’Did I kill this guy with the terrible power when I lost my mind?’

Yelgo looked at the obvious scratches on this guy... Maybe... He could only draw this conclusion.

It was difficult for Yelgo to deny such a conclusion, when he thought the time he lost his mind and destroy something.

"Did you kill this guy?" Victor frowned and asked.

Yelgo hesitated, "I think... Maybe yes, I don’t remember clearly. Sir, you know, I fainted, I can’t remember it."

"Well done." Victor nodded, but he suddenly said, "But don’t talk about this corpse with anyone else, or write it down in the report. I’ll clear it... In a word, keep this corpse a secret. "

Seeing Victor’s solemn face, Yelgo hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

He climbed up, "Well, Mr. Victor, what have they done to you?"

Victor smiled and looked at the young man, who was really concerned about him. He softly said, "That’s OK, everything has been worked out."

"Worked out??"

...

When Yelgo went out of the room, he found there were many policemen in this manor... But in his memory there were lost of corpses.

Now there were only four corpses in the hall of this villa.

Only one of the four was the staff of this manor... And he was just a gardener. As for the other three, they were Efim and two gunmen who had brought Efim away.

What the hell happened?

Yelgo was stunned...

...

"Are you feeling better now?"

Vicar helped Vera to walk in a grove far from the manor. He found a stream there, and let Vera have a rest--- In fact he dying of exhaustion, because this physical work was terrible to a keyboard master.

"I’m OK."

Vera nodded and recovered a little strength.

Vicar became relieved, and sat on the grass, "I heard the warning siren just now, maybe the police came. But fortunately we were fast in leaving, or else we would have got into trouble!"

"Thank you, I’ll increase your salary." Vera smiled and extended her fist.

Vicar also extended his fist and gently knocked on Vera’s; they smiled at each other.

"Oh, get me some water, I want to wipe the pigments on my face." Vera asked.

Though Vicar knew his boss Miss Vera loved beauty, now Vicar couldn’t help talking, "Dear Vera, there’s no pigments on your face, but just a little dust."

"No?" Vera was astonished.

She unconsciously touched her face, and felt the discomfort and rough sense from pigments, "Are you sure? I mean white pigments!"

"No!"

Vera frowned, then she quickly relaxed and happily said with her eyes squinted, "Ha, I think I know how they mysteriously stole "The Nameless Maiden" from the art gallery."

"Ah? Are you still thinking about this?"

Vicar...Vicar rolled his eyes.