My Space-Time System

Once the owner of the Serene Angel hotel heard that Blake had lodged in one of his rooms, he immediately picked up his communication amulet and called the manager.

“Has he done anything out of the ordinary?” The owner asked.

“About that…” The manager said in a tense tone causing the manager to frown.

“Spit it out. What happened?!” The owner said in anger as the manager wasted his time.

“Sir, the monitoring devices placed inside his room were all destroyed.” The manager answered.

“How?” The manager said in shock.

“I don’t have any clue. He just entered the room and sat on his bed, then before we knew it all of them were destroyed at once.” The manager said.

“Shit!” The owner cursed.

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Planting monitoring devices in the rooms of customers was an illegal act that could bring serious trouble, especially since it involved an ash corp.

“We are lucky that he didn’t make a report. So don’t even plan on planting new monitoring devices when he is gone.” The owner said.

“What do we do now?” The manager asked causing the manager to deeply ponder.

The hotel owner was a drug pusher, and as the one housing Blake, monitoring him in the hotel was his job. So this development would only make others think he was incompetent.

“There is nothing else we can do except for watching his movements out of his room.” The owner said before cutting the communication link.

Usually, problems like this would have been settled by eliminating the investigator, but the situation was an entirely different one.

If Blake was to be eliminated, not only would Major Garret be in serious trouble, but killing someone with a royal seal would be the beginning of the end of every gang and accomplice in Duststar city.

‘Let’s just hope he doesn’t find anything.’ The owner thought as he let out a helpless sigh.

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“I wonder what the food in Duststar would taste like.” Blake said as he took out food from his dimensional pocket.

[Too bad you won’t be trying it.] The system said.

Colonel Darius had told him to trust no one, and Blake was going to take his advice to the very end.

He knew that there was a chance that the gangs he was trying to investigate would work with the hotel and try to eliminate him by poisoning his food. Besides, with the bad reviews about the Serene Angel hotel, Blake was also afraid that he could be unintentionally poisoned.

Now, one would ask why he chose the hotel since he could stay in Ash corps housing. The simple answer was that he wanted the troubles.

Hotels with so many bad reviews were lawless to a certain extent which in turn attracted lawless people. It was either that the owners were also lawless and involved in shady activities or it was a safe spot for lawless people because no normal person would let their business fall to this extent.

Besides staying in the ash corps housing area meant even more surveillance on him since he also didn’t trust them.

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When it had turned dark, Blae decided it was time to begin his investigation, and his first target without a doubt was a strip club.

‘If something works, why change it?’ Blake thought.

Up till date, no one knew how Blake had found out about the Cobra mob deport in Calton and that was one of the reasons criminals of Duststar were afraid of him.

Blake locked his door and walked downstairs to the reception where he noticed sneaky glances at him. He feigned ignorance and boarded Jerry’s carriage before being taken to the top strip club in the normal region.

Once Blake left the building, the receptionist informed the manager who in turn informed the owner who sent people to trail him.

In less than 15 minutes, Blake’s carriage had arrived at The Essence strip club.

‘I would have loved to treat him to a good time, but this is work.’ Blake thought as he paid the entrance fee and entered the club.

Unlike the random strip club he had visited in the middle region of Calton city, this club was better. The club was not only bigger in size but it had way more vibes to it.

Not caring about the strippers or the men that watched them, Blake went to the VIP section on the 1st floor.

Without hesitation, he paid to enter the VIP section which had privacy and better-looking performers.

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The moment Blake had stepped into the club, the owner of the strip club had been informed of his arrival causing tension to rise.

‘Why am I so unlucky, didn’t he see other clubs?’ The club owner couldn’t help but ask.

Drugs and sex worked hand in hand with the entertainment industry. So it was hard to not find any implicating things in a stripe club.

“Sir, I just received info that he went up to the VIP section.” The informant said, shocking the club owner.

“For one to carry out an investigation he/she needs to observe the environment for clues and interview people. So why is he in the VIP section?” The club owner was confused.

“Maybe he actually just wants to have fun.” The informant said causing the club owner to nod in agreement.

It was a common occurrence that foreigners would come to stripe clubs to watch and feel the women of the city.

“Just keep an eye on him, and alert me if anything happens.” The club owner said before sending the informant out of his office.

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Once inside the VIP room, Blake ordered a drink as he acted to enjoy the performance of the performer.

When the drink came, Blake warped sand from his pocket into the drink without the waiter knowing. So when he picked up the cup he took a close look at the bottom of the cup before he abruptly stood up from the chair with a frown on his face.

“Are you guys trying to poison me?!” Blake said in a loud and angry tone.

“Of course not. Why will we want to do that.” The waiter said in confusion.

“Then what is this this I am seeing in my cup?!” Blake shouted as he pointed at the sediments at the bottom of the glass.

“That wasn’t there when I brought it.” The waiter said in an anxious tone.

“Then tell me how it got there because you didn’t see me put it in.” Blake said.

At this point, the stripper stopped performing and the informant informed the boss of what had just happened.

“What is going on here?” The boss asked as he walked into the room. As the problem was with a VIP customer, the boss had to be the one to settle the issue in person.

“What is happening is that you guys are trying to poison me.” Blake said causing the boss to frown. A poisoning allegation wasn’t something small, especially when it had to do with an Ash corp.

“What happened?” The boss asked the waiter.

“I have no clue, sir. When I brought the sparkling wine it was clear, I don’t know how all these got into the drink.” The waiter became even more anxious now that the boss had joined the fray.

“I am so sorry for the misunderstanding. There is no reason why we would ever dream of poisoning anyone talk more of our customers.” The boss said. “Please let’s get you another bottle and an extra for the inconvenience.”

From the explanation by the waiter, it was clear that Blake hadn’t been the put it into the drink. So all he could do was apologize and offer more drinks.

“Alright, but make sure nothing happens to me.” Blake said before returning to his seat.

In less than 2 minutes, the waiter had returned with a clear cup and 2 bottles of sparkling wine. This time, to make sure that nothing happened and to also show his sincerety, the boss was the one to pour out the drink for Blake.

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