Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 278 Don’t come over

"you guess."

Grasso was perfectly justified.

Milo almost burst out laughing.

I've never seen such a tough thief in my life.

He held out his hand to Grasso: "I told you, if you're going to steal, steal from the noble estates. Don't take taxpayers' money."

Although Grasso was extremely reluctant, he obediently handed the three gems to Milo.

Milo weighed the gemstone in his hand, which still held the warmth of the other person's body, and asked, "Has it been washed?"

"It's not washed! The smell is too strong. If you don't like it, give it back to me," Grasso replied coldly.

“That doesn’t exist.” Milo put the gem back in his pocket. “It’s good enough that I didn’t lock you up. You think you can take it back? Dream on.”

"Then, let's never see each other again."

Grasso then slammed the door panel into Milo's face.

However, Milo maintained his position of supporting the door with one hand, and Grasso couldn't pull the door panel at all.

She tried her best, but the door wouldn't budge, so she gave up and stormed into the room.

"Suit yourself. It's better if you want to stand here. Then no one will dare to bother me at night."

“We definitely can’t just stand there at the door forever.”

Milo patted his trench coat and went into the room.

This was an extremely simple single room; there wasn't even a washroom. Kitchenware and other utensils were piled together with books on the same table.

But to be fair, it was quite tidy.

"Someone as talented as you shouldn't have ended up like this."

Milo muttered to himself, searching for a long time but unable to find a chair in the room. He simply pushed the things on the table to make room for a small space and put his bottom on it.

The old, dilapidated wooden table began to creak and groan as soon as Milo pressed it down, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

"When did law enforcement officers start to understand the people's plight?" Grasso sat uneasily to the side.

She couldn't wait for Milo, that plague, to leave, but it seemed Milo had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

"Looks like you're not much of a thief. If I had your skills, I'd be the richest man in Nanwei City."

Milo glanced at the pots and pans on the table and teased Grasso.

The seven members of the Exiled Shadows on the wall gestured to Milo—"You really do have that ability."

"Mind your own business," Grasso muttered irritably. "Don't think you can manipulate me just because you have something on me. You black crows aren't welcome here."

"I don't know." Milo shrugged, dangling one leg on the table, and said absentmindedly, "I heard that the church's scholars have set up a special internment camp for strange and unusual people like you. They have hundreds of ways to correct your physical ailments, which is relatively more merciful than the cremation methods used to deal with witches in the last era, but not by much. You're so tough, you must not be afraid, right?"

"..."

Grasso felt a chill run down his spine at the mere mention of the word "church".

A demon, this guy really is a demon.

He actually wanted to throw me into the church's asylum.

Damn thing.

……

But there was nothing she could do; Milo had indeed found something on her.

As their ancestors had passed down through generations, encountering someone who could disregard their race's talents was the beginning of a nightmare. Although Milo didn't have ram's horns, in Grasso's eyes at that moment, he was a living demon.

"In the end what you want?"

"I'd like to ask you a few questions." Milo, unaware of Grasso's inner thoughts, pulled out a thick stack of documents from his pocket, flipped through them a few times, and asked Grasso:
"Do you know anyone from the Derby family? Hmm—David Derby, or the White family of Innsmouth? To be precise, they're not really families; those two names have practically died out by this generation."

“I don’t know him,” Grasso replied without hesitation.

"Think it over carefully. Your attitude will determine whether you live a comfortable life for the rest of your days. Don't be too decisive."

Milo waved the documents in his hand: "Think back carefully again."

He tried his best to make his smile look more amiable.

But to Grasso, his face was the very smile of a demon, the kind that would devour a person alive at any moment.

“I don’t know anything about Derby, but the White family in Innsmouth—you can ask any random person in the slums and you’ll hear rumors about them. They’re descendants of witches.” Grasso stared at Milo with a mixture of resentment and fear.

"Do you have any connection with the White family?" Milo continued to ask.

“Who in their right mind would want to be associated with a cursed family?” Grasso replied matter-of-factly.

“Then there isn’t one.” Milo nodded, picked up a pencil from the table, scribbled a couple of notes on the document, and then muttered in confusion:

That's strange.

"..."

Grasso tried to keep as far away from Milo as possible.

Milo sat at the table on the southeast side of the room, while Grasso simply huddled in the northwest corner as punishment, looking both cute and comical.

Milo shook his head:

"Regarding the attack on us at the bank yesterday, has anything come to mind? Or, have you offended any powerful figures?"

Grasso gave her answer to Milo's question very decisively:

"you!"

“Hey, hey, get this straight, you didn’t offend me, you just took something you shouldn’t have.” Milo patted his pocket containing three gems and said, “I mean, who wants you dead.”

“It’s still you.” Grasso replied without hesitation.

Milo sighed helplessly, stood up from the table, his amiable smile vanished, and he put away the documents in his hands.

His face began to darken.

"Since you're so uncooperative—"

He slowly approached Grasso.

The latter immediately shivered.

"You...you stay away..."

……

It has to be said that Milo's oppressive aura was immense, especially after he had already left Grasso with the impression of a demon. His professional black uniform, coupled with the invisible pressure exerted by the Shadow of Exile, caused Grasso's legs to tremble after just a few steps forward.

"What are you going to do..."

"What are you doing? Hmm—you know, everyone outside saw the law enforcement officer walk into this room, so no matter how much you shout, no one dares to come and check... You know, after seeing your body yesterday, I couldn't sleep all night. All I could think about was you covered in banknotes, hehehe..."

"Help! Don't come any closer, you pervert!!!"

(End of this chapter)