Chapter 1196: Chapter 1196
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The young lady and Huang Kaiwen said they wanted to go to Miami in the summer.
Huang Kaiwen didn’t mind such things, so he simply replied, "Okay".
And there’s that girl Lily, sending multimedia messages late at night, but the construction at Lily Collins Airport is indeed going very well, partly thanks to Yellow Ball King.
Well, the Chinese are just that good at infrastructure.
Then there’s that kid Chris, who seems to have taken a liking to a female classmate recently.
Which makes sense, the young master is already 13.
Such matters, Yellow Ball King couldn’t comment much on; dating depends on the person.
Luckily, Chris is not bad looking, and since his dad is a Milan football legend, it shouldn’t be an issue, right?
After some thought, Huang Kaiwen placed an order for a small umbrella on Raven E-Commerce for the kid because at his age, curiosity can easily lead to... things.
Don’t let him get the old guy a grandson at such a young age.
Huang Kaiwen even made a special note to have it delivered near the ice cream shop by the Ma Family’s place, so the young master can pick it up himself.
A thoughtful uncle like Kevin is indeed rare in this world.
Lastly, there were some messages from small-time models.
Whenever attending various parties or sponsorship events, the models’ presence is always noted.
Yellow Ball King couldn’t bring himself to refuse others, so he just gave out his contact info.
After handling his messages, Huang Kaiwen finally lay down to sleep.
At that moment, for some people, their activities were just beginning.
Boas, having returned to his apartment, waited for nightfall before changing his disguise and leaving his place.
London is one of the most heavily monitored cities in the world.
There were some who opposed the installation of cameras in public areas, but after the 2005 London bombings, no one protested anymore.
It seems they didn’t value the so-called privacy so much as to compromise their safety.
That’s why Boas was being so cautious.
His destination today was Grave Street in Belgravia, a gathering area for the wealthy in London.
Over 40 years ago, a gruesome event took place on this street.
The owner of 46 Belgrave Street, Richard Binham, the seventh Earl of the Lukin Family.
Over 40 years ago, their family’s maid was murdered.
His depressive ex-wife claimed he killed the maid, and Richard Binham called his mother on the night of the incident, asking her to take the child from his ex-wife.
Two hours after the incident, he appeared at a friend’s house, and has since disappeared without a trace.
Boas discovered unusual aspects about this case.
Although a retired detective later published a book called "Lucky Death" detailing how Richard Binham didn’t commit suicide but rather ran into a jungle in India to live as a wild man.
The disappearance of Earl of Lukin was also mentioned in the first song by Black Box Band.
Boas, however, had a different theory.
Because from the archives in The British Museum, he discovered.
This hereditary Earl’s family had once engaged in fierce conflict with other nobles.
The opposing noble had cursed the third Earl of the Lukin Family.
Boas believed there was a wizard’s involvement in this matter.
Though the house had been renovated, Boas suspected the basement where the incident occurred hadn’t been rebuilt, so he planned an on-site investigation.
London’s nightlife remained lively.
Many girls who couldn’t afford clothes that covered their entire bodies swayed on the streets, muttering words like "Dick".
After a few words, they’d lean on lampposts or telephone booths to vomit.
Boas critiqued the decadence of the capitalist world while observing this bustling scene.
He hadn’t prepared an anonymous phone card, so he couldn’t call a cab today.
Fortunately, he didn’t live far from Grave Street.
In about 20 minutes, Boas neared his destination.
Away from the vibrant skyline of the wealthy area, the scene changed dramatically.
It was quieter here, and not every house was lit.
Occasionally, there’d be a sound or a dog barking from one of the houses.
As Boas pretended to walk around, beginning to scout the area.
A shout shattered the quiet night.
Before Boas could figure out what was happening, someone running ahead grabbed him and ran, admonishing, "What are you staring at? If you don’t run, you’ll get caught..."
The London police were in hot pursuit behind them.
Running, Boas called back, "I’m not a bad guy."
"If you’re not a bad guy, stop then."
Shouted the police from behind.
The one dragging Boas shouted, "If you stop, you’re dead meat."
"But... but I didn’t do anything."
"Stop explaining, from your actions it’s clear what you’re planning to do, 46 Grave Street, right? Currently, it’s owned by some rich Indians. I scouted the area before too, but they have too many dogs, and the dog food I ordered hasn’t arrived yet."
The person explained.
Boas asked, confused.
"Yeah, the kind that makes them fall asleep after eating."
The person held onto Boas’s arm and said disdainfully, "You must be new to this, your stamina is awful. We’ve barely run far, and you’re already out of breath, there’s no way you’ll lose those cops ."
He was a noble wizard, not a thief.
Because he was talking while running, a gust of air filled his stomach, making him cramp.
Holding his belly, Boas said, "You go ahead, I won’t run anymore."