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Chapter 248: 'The Bystander

Wrapped in bandages and clutching his waist, Clive cautiously approached Peas Corner Street.

He always thought there was something wrong with Edward.

It definitely wasn’t because Cecil had Edward temporarily in charge of the police station that he was worried about being troubled, so he ran out, and yet unwilling to go home, that’s why he came to look for evidence.

The sheriff didn’t directly enter ‘Watchdog Pastry House’.

He didn’t think he was a match for the veteran without resorting to firearms.

And to directly inquire?

The other party’s relationship with Edward, he would surely not cooperate.

Therefore, silently observing and

Clive sat on the ground, completely oblivious to this.

It wasn’t until Edward, who had been alerted by the female pastry chef, arrived that Clive somewhat recovered his senses.

“Tell me about it.”

Little Bansey walked up to Clive and said.

His tone was not pleasant.

Although both were from the same police station, they belonged to different camps, and Clive’s reputation made Little Bansey disdain him even more.

Accordingly, his tone was anything but friendly.

“S-someone wants to kill me,” Clive stammered.

“Of course!”

“They even used a bomb,”

“They must hate you to the core,”

“Do you have any suspects?”

Little Bansey asked.

Suspects?

Clive was taken aback.

Of course, he had suspects. The gangs that paid him protection money, the people he had extorted, and, and the innocents he had wronged… Every one of them must wish him dead.

Was it them?

A chill ran through Clive’s heart.

Then he grabbed Little Bansey’s hand.

“Protect me!”

“Hurry up and protect me!”

“Take me to the ‘safe house’!”

Clive pleaded repeatedly.

Little Bansey shook off Clive’s hand, put away his notebook and pen, and said coldly, “It seems that Chief Clive is still too agitated to give a proper statement.”

“Someone give Chief Clive a cup of coffee to calm down.”

With that, Little Bansey walked towards the explosion site.

And the people around?

Belonging to Edward’s team, naturally, no one was about to pour Clive a coffee.

In fact, no one even glanced at Clive.

The clear division made Clive, standing amidst the crowd, feel not the slightest bit of safety. Instead, he felt as if the whole world had abandoned him.

Especially under the tangible threat of death, with his spirit already shaken by Jason’s presence, Clive felt an unprecedented sense of despair spreading from the depths of his heart.

Who will save me…

Is anyone coming to save me?

I…

“Aba, aba!”

The strange noise made the despondent Clive lift his head, and he saw the mute man from before.

The mute man, holding a kraft paper bag and smiling broadly, took out two trough cakes from the bag and handed them to Clive.

The kraft paper bag bore an advertisement for ‘Watchdog Pastry House.’

At the bottom, it read—

Trough cakes, 10 cents each, 3 for 20 cents.