The Devil’s Cage Chapter 40: Different

The extremely sturdy car flew into the sky directly in the explosion. The fiery flame burned the remaining wreckage of the car. Even in the dark, the smoke was still clearly visible.

Sherri Street, within a building 100 meters away from the explosion, Webster put down the telescope in his hand.

"Is he really Demon Hunter?"

"Isn't anyone faked?"

Webster said that he handed the telescope to his servant, but he sat on the sofa

Without youngster’s strong, energetic Webster, not only has gray hair, but also a slightly curved back and a staggered footstep, even if you carry a cane with you, you can’t hide the old state, or the appearance of the cane makes Webster look More and more old.

"According to the information we collected, he should be."

"How can the real Demon Hunter..."

The servant answered.

However, before the words were finished, they stopped abruptly.

A dark shadow appeared silently in the room, blocking the window.

The servants and bodyguards were subconsciously going to draw guns, but they were stopped by Webster raising their hands.

"Stop."

"Go and serve a hot cup of tea for our guests."

Webster looked at the black shadow in front of her, and after speaking, the old man seemed to think of something. He looked at the black shadow again and asked, "Is it hot tea? Or need other drinks such as alcohol?"

"Hot tea is enough."

Kieran said lightly.

"Please sit down."

Webster owed a gesture.

Kieran nodded and sat on the sofa.

During the time the hot tea came, the two sides looked at each other.

Webster's eyes are curious and hesitant.

Kieran's gaze is plain.

"Hello, DYour Excellency."

"First meeting, this is Webster."

"I heard...you have a new opinion on the death of Quaker?"

Webster launched a greeting in the manner of a businessman, and, after a slight meal, he turned to the topic.

"A new perspective?"

"So, can you tell me what my old opinion is?"

Kieran did not answer, but asked.

"Old opinion...if possible, I don’t want to mention the so-called old opinion. They said that my son died of heart disease, and a large embolus blocked his blood vessel, let him When he was strong, young and full of vitality, he lost his life."

Webster takes a deep breath, seemingly plain tone, hidden endless Wrath, so that his tone trembling with a trace.

"heart disease."

Kieran said slowly.

Then, it fell silent again.

Webster also has no opening, it seems to be waiting for Kieran's answer.

Until the hot tea came up, Kieran had no intention of opening, but instead picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the tea with fragrance.

Tea water is a very traditional black tea. It is roughly made up of three black tea leaves that are made up of cherry, passion fruit and mint, and indispensable lemon juice.

Good craftsmanship.

Of course, compared with Mimosa, the difference is not a little bit.

"Do you need snacks?"

"My Chef is very good at pastries."

Webster seems to have forgotten the previous wait. After seeing the Kieran picking up the teacup, he asked with a smile.

"Okay, thank you."

Kieran did not refuse, thank you politely.

Soon, the dim sum was served.

The style is similar to the combination of cookies and blueberries, but the taste is much softer.

"I’m getting older, I not only can’t drink, but my teeth don’t allow me to eat more hard things, even the nuts that I like to eat when I was young can only be made with tea. That taste is really …” Webster shook his head as he spoke. Obviously the brewed nut tea was not delicious. Then, a slight sorrow appeared in the old man’s both eyes. He continued: “How can it be such a taste? Is it comparable to the pain of losing Quaker?"

"Quaker, my successor to Unique/only watch closely."

"He was supposed to have a bigger stage, showing his talents, but he died in the courtyard of his home inexplicably."

"Do you know what happened when I received this news?"

"I feel like the whole person is going to be defeated!"

"And the Unique/only reason I’m still alive is to find out who killed Quaker, and then I’m going to smash that guy to death!"

Webster said clenching his teeth, and the palms on the sofa arm were held tightly.

"DYour Excellency, please tell me who is the murderer who killed my son!"

"I am willing to give you everything I have."

"The Webster family loses Quaker and will eventually fall into the hands of a few guys. Instead of getting to that point, it is better to pay you as a reward for revenge for Quaker."

Webster looked up and looked forward to Kieran, hoping that Kieran would give the answer.

But Kieran shook his head.

"I never said that I knew who killed your son."

Kieran said this.

"Then you asked me to come here..."

Webster narrowed his eyes, his eyes became sharper, like a knife, staring closely at Kieran.

“I’m just here to tell you why your son died.”

"I can tell you very clearly that your son did not die from heart disease."

"Even if it looks a lot like heart disease."

"But that is what it looks like."

Kieran didn't pay any attention to this kind of gaze, he said at his own pace, and, at the end of the talk, Kieran stood up.

He took a step back, and the whole person disappeared into the shadows, only a faint voice echoed in the room.

"Thank you for your black tea and refreshments."

......

Kieran follows the shadow.

The reappearing Higher Evil Spirit looked puzzled at his contractor.

It doesn’t understand why its contractor should let go of the opportunity that was just so good.

An old man with bereavement will not be a good helper, but if the old man has considerable wealth and connections, it is another matter.

It may not be possible to reach the exaggeration of one hand in Adarsh, but it is definitely a rare boost for your own contractor.

Why give up?

This question kept echoing in the mind of Higher Evil Spirit.

"Because, I don’t believe him."

Suddenly, Kieran, who was advancing, stepped in and answered.

Higher Evil Spirit was taken aback, looking at his contractor unexpectedly.

It can’t believe that its contractor will answer its questions.

Did you look at it differently?

Involuntarily~IndoMTL.com~Higher Evil Spirit's gaze towards Kieran becomes expectant.

"I tell you not because I look at you differently, I just don’t want the question in your mind, it has been ringing in my heart, affecting my thinking."

"As for why I don’t believe him, I have to meet him because he is different."

In the eyes that Higher Evil Spirit looked forward to, Kieran coldly continued to move forward.

Higher Evil Spirit froze in place, looking at the back of Kieran away, the night wind blew slightly, and it subconsciously tightened the clothes.

Because, it suddenly feels so tired and cold.

However, immediately, Higher Evil Spirit was again shrouded in new questions.

Different?

How is that guy different?