Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 69 First meeting
The next morning.

The rain had subsided, but the city didn't feel refreshed after the rain because dark clouds still lingered overhead, blocking out the sunlight.

However, the bad weather could not stop people from making a living. Long before the sky brightened, working-class citizens had already solved their hunger problem with bread and oatmeal porridge and hurriedly rushed to the factories where they worked.

In the homes of the upper classes, this was the time when servants would begin preparing breakfast.

Food and beverage conditions are the most direct and concrete manifestation of a person's or a family's economic ability. Dry bread means that the head of the family is too busy to light a fire and cook, and for them, lighting a fire may even be a luxury. Even in a city like Nanwei City, which is damp all year round, the flames burning in the fireplace are a luxury for many ordinary families.

If a family's breakfast table features items like smoked blackfin bream, bacon, jam, and bread rolls baked the night before, it indicates that the family is at least middle-class.

Of course, the two options mentioned above are just relatively time-saving breakfasts.

On the tables of some top families, there will be a series of complicated meals. As the complexity of the meals increases, the time for eating will inevitably be delayed. Some wealthy families may not start breakfast until 10:00 a.m., but they do not need to rush to the factory to work on time, so the time for eating is not a problem at all.

To put it bluntly, the later you eat breakfast, the higher your social status becomes.

Milo awoke amidst the various alluring fragrances filling the air.

He could smell the aromas of steak, marinated oysters, shrimp, myna birds, small plates of eggs, golden-blue salmon, ham, caviar, and other luxurious dishes.

If Milo were religious, he might think he had already arrived in what is called heaven or paradise, a world where milk flows in rivers.

Unfortunately, he didn't have that kind of faith, and based on his self-awareness and understanding, even if a place like heaven really existed, someone like him wouldn't be able to get in after he died.

In other words, the aromas of those steaks, oysters, and roasted hams are real.

It took Milo a lot of effort to open his eyelids.

His eyes looked as if they were glued shut with a layer of glue that had dried. Milo tried to raise his hands to pry them open, but found that his wrists were locked behind his back with metal instruments, and he couldn't move.

When Milo forced his eyes open with his facial muscles, he felt as if half of his eyelashes had been plucked out.

Dried blood had stuck to Milo's eyelids, making his vision extremely blurry...

Not only his eyes, but Milo also felt that his mouth, nose and throat were extremely dry, and even his normal breathing had a strange hissing sound, which was probably caused by a large amount of blood flowing back into his trachea during his coma.

The throbbing pain in my head still lingered, but it wasn't as terrifying as it had been the night before.

Milo was breathing heavily; he could feel his heart beating extremely fast, a sign that his physical condition was abnormal.

He was now in a magnificent hall.

Everything around him, the furniture and decorations, was the most luxurious and high-end he had seen since he entered Nanwei City... no, since he entered this world.

The source of those alluring scents he had just caught a whiff of in the air was now laid out on a nearly three-meter-long sandalwood dining table.

In Milo's blurry vision, he could only vaguely see a slender figure sitting at the front of the table. She was wearing a dark purple dress, her posture was dignified, and her eating movements were slow and elegant.

Milo couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but could hear the crisp sound of cutlery clinking together.

Because there was no sound from any servants in the hall, and the surroundings were completely silent, Milo could even hear the sound of the other person chewing with their lips tightly closed.

……

Gradually, Milo began to feel cold.

He found himself locked to a cold stone pillar, his hands and feet bound by heavy shackles.

Perhaps it was because of excessive blood loss, or perhaps it was because the temperature had dropped today, but Milo felt chilly all over, as if she were wearing nothing at all...

Wait, that's not right. I don't think I'm actually wearing anything.

…Depend on!

Milo, still groggy, didn't realize he was completely naked until nearly five minutes after waking up. Before that, he had been staring at the only figure in his field of vision, and he could even see what kind of food the other person was eating on the table...

Hearing the noise coming from the direction of the dining table, Milo was a little confused.

Is she a pervert?

Why are you eating in front of me when I'm not wearing clothes?

……

The woman at the table clearly knew that Milo had woken up, but she calmly continued eating without even glancing at Milo.

As time went on, Milo's vision gradually became clearer.

He saw the profile of the dignified and elegant lady at the dining table. She had a very upright posture and a swan-like neck. Every part of her was so impeccable.

Milo recognized the woman's identity at the first glance at her face.

Grace Sherman.

That infamous castor bean lady. To Milo's surprise, the photo of Grace he found in the archives was taken 15 years ago, and Grace was now nearly forty years old. But from Milo's perspective, she didn't look much different from the Grace in the photo; the passage of 15 years had only brought about a change in her demeanor.

Her makeup and demeanor have become more mature, lacking the youthful innocence and liveliness of the photos. Of course, the most important thing is what she is currently doing.

No normal woman would eat breakfast in front of a naked man covered in blood.

……

After Grace finished her meal, four or five servants came in from outside the hall and orderly cleared away all the remaining food and tableware from the table. They then brought warm towels and mouthwash cups, among other things.

Until the end of breakfast, the servants brought in warm tea and then left the hall.

Milo simply couldn't hold it in any longer:
"Before we start our discussion, could you please put on some pants for me?"

Grace slowly rose, walked around the dining table to the stone pillar, leaned her lower back against the edge of the table, crossed her hands in front of her, and calmly swept her gaze down over Milo as if she were examining an ordinary object, her face devoid of any emotion.

Milo's physique is perfectly acceptable, at least his lines are clear and his dimensions are moderate, but he doesn't have the mindset of a bodybuilder and dislikes being stared at like this, especially on such a cold and gloomy day.

"Your clothes were sent for inspection, but unfortunately, they didn't find what I was looking for."

Grace glanced back at Milo's enforcer's hat, Boyce knife, and revolver on the table, seemingly pondering for a moment, before turning back to Milo and saying:

"How about I put the hat on you?"

“That’s even stranger.” Milo shook his head.

Seeing that Milo refused, Grace did not press the matter. She turned back and calmly examined Milo:

"This is the first time we meet."

“Yes, I’ve imagined many ways to meet, but not like this.” Milo cracked his neck, making a series of popping sounds.

“Milo Valrokan, you achieved a rank jump from city guard to law enforcement officer within a month, ranking first in the law enforcement assessment. I thought you were quite capable, ha.” Grace’s eyes began to reveal an undisguised contempt.

The slight nasal breathing in her voice spoke volumes about her attitude towards Milo.

But Milo didn't care about the attitude of this complete stranger. He sniffed and said, "So now it's time to read out each other's resumes? Grace Sherman, 38 years old, single with two kids..."

Of course, the rest is pure nonsense.

However, Milo was determined to talk nonsense; he wanted to see if the woman in front of him was really as cunning as the rumors suggested.

As it turned out, verbal provocations did not elicit any emotional response from Grace; at least, on the surface, Milo showed no sign of it.

"Aren't you curious about why you've survived this long? Or have you never even thought about it?" Grace looked coldly at Milo.

From the moment they began their conversation until now, Milo's image in her mind has been steadily shifting toward that of the Joker. She realized she had overestimated this young man, because Milo seemed completely unaware of his situation, or rather, he had absolutely no sense of propriety.

He was naked but showed no shame whatsoever, spoke frivolously and irresponsibly, and didn't even show any survival instinct.

Grace felt that her arrangements were somewhat unnecessary; she should have simply let Milo die at the Confession Pier and be swept away by the canal currents instead of bringing him back to the manor.

Sure enough, even on his deathbed, this man refused to answer the question directly.

Milo stared at Grace with his bloodstained eyes:
"I'm curious why you took my underwear. Are you a pervert?"

……

Grace closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly turned away from Milo, returning to her seat.

It's clear she's too lazy to waste her breath arguing with Milo.

Just then, a gaunt middle-aged man walked into the hall.

The first thing he did after entering the hall was to bend down and kiss the back of Grace's hand before saying, "Madam, the other matter has been arranged."

At this moment, Milo, who was locked to the stone pillar, stared at the middle-aged man's profile for a good ten seconds before finally reacting.

It's Jonathan.

Jonathan of the Pleasure House.

That day, Jonathan took the initiative to approach Milo and showed him goodwill, exposing the illegal behavior of the prostitute Eileen, and even offering to take care of Eileen's people for Milo. Jonathan then appeared at Sherman Manor and kissed Grace's hand.

In other words, the mother Eileen mentioned, the true owner of the pleasure house, is actually Grace.

……

Milo's expression immediately turned serious.

(End of this chapter)