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Chapter 88 Dark Night
In London, England, leaden clouds hung heavily over Leicester Square, as if forming an unspoken understanding with this ancient and solemn city.

In Leicester Square, the heart of London, stands the magnificent Officers' Club.

Its architectural style not only demonstrates the solemnity and luxury of the British style, but also cleverly incorporates exotic elements from colonies around the world.

At this moment, the lights in the club were on and it was bustling with activity.

The officers, dressed in neat military uniforms, danced gracefully with the ladies of high society in various gorgeous clothes, and the luxury and splendor of the upper class were fully displayed amidst the clinking of glasses.

Among the many beauties, there are women wearing colonial costumes such as Indian saris and Egyptian long skirts.

Their dresses are light and flowing, barely covering their private parts, yet generously displaying their graceful figures and exotic beauty.

These women from all over the world surrounded the officers, and the sounds of teasing and kissing continued, adding a touch of charm and romance to the banquet.

Yet, in his corner of the club, Lord Tram seemed somewhat out of place.

He was holding a glass of red wine, his brows furrowed, as if something was on his mind.

He had been stationed in the Suez Canal for a long time and had long been accustomed to the dry and hot weather in Egypt.

This time he was transferred back to headquarters, but was once again troubled by the cold and damp weather in Britain, and the wounds from bullets he received during the war were also aching slightly.

Even though the pianist played elegant classical music in his ears, his mood did not ease.

Just when the banquet was in full swing, a tall figure suddenly sat down next to him.

"A martini, please."

This voice made Lord Tram raise his eyebrows. He turned back with some dissatisfaction, but was stunned.

"Long time no see, sir." The tall man smiled and extended his hand to him, greeting him politely, his smile revealing deep affection and joy of reunion.

Lord Tram's expression changed instantly. He quickly pushed away the woman beside him and excitedly shook George Joestar's hand.

"Jostar! You're still alive!"

"I just received a telegram. I heard that you have..." His voice trembled, and he was obviously incredulous about the return of his comrade.

The two men had served together in the Air Force fighter unit for a period of time during the war and formed a comradeship.

But for a long time after the war, Lord Tram served as deputy commander of the garrison in Egypt, and the two had not met for several years.

"I said that those people in the military couldn't even write the war reports clearly. They wrote nonsense during the war. The German army captured so many places, but they were still whitewashing the situation." Lord Tram said angrily, obviously dissatisfied with the military's actions.

George Joestar smiled and shook his head.

"According to the military newspaper, I am indeed 'dead'. I am taking a huge risk by returning to London this time because I have more important things to deal with."

"Sir, I came back this time to ask for some help from you." George Joestar's expression became serious.

"I have discovered some problems within the military in Egypt that may involve corruption and misconduct at some high levels."

"I hope to meet with General Tonwart, the Air Force Commander, and report these developments to him."

After the war, General Trenchard was ordered to form the Royal Air Force of the United Kingdom, but later he had disagreements with the Air Minister on the concept of military construction and was kicked out of the army. Tolt took over as the commander of the Air Force.

Lord Tram's expression changed slightly. He obviously didn't expect George Joestar to make such a request.

"General Joestar Tonault holds a very important position in the army, and his family has always been very powerful and mysterious."

"More importantly, General Tonlt hasn't appeared in public for a long time recently, so it's not easy to see him."

Tram showed an embarrassment and asked hesitantly: "Do you have the evidence?"

These days, there is no officer in the colony who doesn't make money.

George Joestar, who had also served in Egypt and knew what he was worried about, shook his head and said, "Sir, I swear on my family's honor that I'm only targeting the current garrison commander."

Tram nodded reluctantly and drank the whiskey in his glass in one gulp. "Okay, Joestar, I'll do my best to help you find out the information."

"You still live at 12 Vickers Street, right? I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."

“Thank you so much.”

The two chatted about their experiences since they last met. Lord Tram was very curious about George Joestar's experience in Egypt. After asking a few questions, he took the excuse of being drunk.

Watching Lord Tram's back hurriedly disappear outside the door, George Joestar, who originally had a slightly drunken look on his face, instantly became sharp and sober.

He quickly turned around and said to the man hiding in the shadows beside him, "Mr. Chu Xuan, is this all right?" "Mr. Joestar, there's an old Chinese saying, 'stirring up trouble by stirring up the grass.'" Chu Xuan's figure was hidden in the dim light in the corner of the bar, like a snake waiting for an opportunity.

He reached out and picked up the wine glass left by Lord Tram, observing the remaining scarlet wine in the glass with deep eyes.

The wine gleamed with an alluring luster under the dim light, like a pool of thick blood.

"Mr. Joestar, is this the kind of drink you usually use?"

George Joestar was stunned for a moment, then picked up the bottle and examined it carefully.

He frowned slightly and replied uncertainly, "I don't know much about it. It seems to be a kind of wine produced in South Wales. Only some nobles like it."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this wine?"

After saying that, he looked up at Chu Xuan. The dim light cast mottled shadows on his face, making the expression of the man wearing glasses even more unpredictable.

"Just curious." Chu Xuan put down his wine glass, his tone still calm.

"We don't have much time to investigate Thorte in detail, and we can't risk touching off the entire British army."

"Our enemies are the vampires hiding within the army."

"Since Tram is Thorte's man, he must have known by now that you are alive and have successfully returned to London."

"He will definitely tell his 'master' about this news."

He looked up and around, his eyes slowly sweeping across the dim and luxurious environment of the officers' club.

This is a typical British-style club. The heavy wooden furniture, retro wall lamps, and the military honors and oil paintings hanging on the walls all reveal a calm and noble atmosphere.

However, beneath this noble appearance, there is a bloody smell that is difficult for ordinary people to detect.

When George heard this, his expression became serious.

He recalled the attacks he had encountered in Egypt and the series of bizarre events that followed, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Mr. Chu Xuan, what you mean is..."

"That's right." Chu Xuan said lightly: "Tram's reaction has already explained everything."

"That look of reunion just now was too obvious a performance."

"Perhaps you didn't notice, but according to what he said, he already knew about your accident in Egypt the next day."

"Given the current speed at which documents are circulated within the British military, this is almost impossible. Unless he has special information channels."

"It was him?" George frowned, then suddenly realized, "Sure enough! He used to be the deputy commander of the Egyptian garrison. Only he could have arranged for my death to be so 'normal'."

George Joestar felt a chill run down his spine.

He turned and looked at Chu Xuan: "Could it be that Lord Tram is also one of them?"

"No, no, I've seen him living comfortably in the sun. How could he be a vampire?"

Chu Xuan sat on the sofa with a calm expression.

He looked up at George, his eyes deep and calm. "Mr. Joestar, if you want to eliminate the vampires lurking in the shadows, you must understand them deeply."

"You need to know their origins, their numbers, their capabilities, and their weaknesses."

When George heard this, his eyes gradually became firm.

He thought of his father as his mother had described him. He was once a brave and fearless gentleman, but he died at the hands of a vampire named Dio Brando.

He gritted his teeth and said, "My father died at the hands of a vampire! Master Ripple from the East told me that these vampires have existed for a very long time."

"They feed on humans and have difficulty being exposed to sunlight. I thought they were just isolated cases, but I didn't expect them to have penetrated deeply into our society."

"Mr. Joestar, I saw a proverb in a book. When you find a cockroach in your home, it means there are thousands of cockroaches lurking in the dark."

Chu Xuan said calmly, "A vampire who cannot see the sun can occupy a high position without attracting the attention of the higher-ups."

"Then it means that this group has been deeply embedded in the upper echelons of this country for a long time."

"Perhaps the councilor you once visited, the noble your family is friendly with, or the director of a company that provided you with weapons, is one of them."

(End of this chapter)