章 175: Nighttime

East Borough, Black Palm Street.

On summer nights, even the wind carried some heat. Wearing a full set of workers' clothes, Beatrice's head was covered in sweat. She couldn't help but reminisce about her days at sea. Although it was also very hot and humid, she could easily bare her shoulders. It wasn't like Backlund, where even if it was East Borough, the act of completely taking off her clothes would attract attention.

After an unknown period of time, without a map, she relied on her intuition to arrive at a familiar crossroad. This was the place she had stepped on a few days ago.

There were very few street lamps here, and only one or two could be seen from afar. If it weren't for the fact that the dark clouds hadn't covered the crimson moon tonight, she believed that many roads would be so dark that she wouldn't be able to see clearly.

As she walked, she suddenly heard a curse from ahead.

"Get up! All of you get up!

"You can't sleep here, you b * tch!

"The streets and parks are not a place for lazy dogs like you to sleep!"

Stunned for a moment, the corresponding words "Poor Law" popped up in her mind, and she understood what was going on. When she was a police officer in the past, she often did similar things during night patrols. Back then, she thought it was nothing, and he did it to protect the laws of the kingdom…

However, ever since she ventured out into the world outside Backlund and truly experienced the lives of the poor at the bottom, to the point of waking up from batting sticks while sleeping in the park, she began to doubt the legitimacy of her previous actions. She often thought… Is that really correct? Why would the Senators of the two Houses formulate such an unreasonable law?

She had once used this question to ask her guide in the Beyonder world, Mr. Strongest Hunter Anderson.

Mr. Anderson sneered and replied, "Because those councilors can represent the interests of the nobles, the interests of the factory owners, the interests of the Church, and even the interests of the emerging classes. However, none of them are truly the lowest of the low. Of course, they won't speak for them."

After that, Mr. Anderson told her that theses on sociology and politics could even fill up more than ten large bookshelves at Lenburg University. However, no matter how clear the discussion was, it was useless. After all, in this world, those with power had the final say.

At that time, Beatrice expressed her yearning for the University of Lenburg. Unexpectedly, Mr. Anderson laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up on the spot. Then, he threw her a test paper and told him to stop dreaming if she didn't score above 85 points.

Then, her "dream" was completely awake, because she did not know any of the questions in the test paper…

At the memory, Beatrice shook her head to get rid of the jumbled thoughts. Then she got her bearings and headed for the right street.

The streets of this generation are controlled by the Pauley's, who control a large number of street girls who pull in patrons at bars and the edge of the road to do unspeakable things.

This district was considered a "bustling" area in East Borough. All kinds of buildings were relatively better, and the streets weren't that dirty. The air was filled with the smell of oyster soup, fried fish, ginger beer, and other food drinks left behind by street vendors, as well as the fishy smell of fish and aquatic products.

Not in the mood to observe the place, Beatrice hurried to an old apartment building. Just as she was about to enter, she suddenly saw a thirteen-year-old girl walking out of Broken Axe Lane on the other side of the street. She was wearing a dark yellow dress that had been sewn countless times, and she was holding a vocabulary book.

Behind her was a young girl who was slightly older than her. She was about 17 or 18 years old and was also wearing an old dress. She was chasing after her younger sister while complaining that her younger sister was walking too fast and did not wait for her at all.

However, they soon saw Beatrice standing in front of the apartment. The older girl's face immediately darkened as she shouted, "Why are you here again? You're not welcome here!"

At this moment, her sister tugged on her sister's sleeve and turned to look at Beatrice. "Sir, I know you're a noble gentleman, but you've brought my father's belongings back as you promised. Now that you've fulfilled your promise to him, please stop disturbing our lives, okay?"

Beatrice forced a smile and said in a low voice, "I just saw that you guys haven't moved out of East Borough for so many days. I wanted to ask if you have any difficulties… Is it because you don't have enough money… After all, I owe Sam…"

"Sir, this is East Borough." The younger girl didn't say much and only emphasized.

After a moment of silence, she understood. This was East Borough, the most chaotic place in Backlund. If this family of women were to suddenly move, even a fool would know that they had gotten an unexpected windfall. It was impossible for her to provide protection at any time… Perhaps the money she had given them previously would harm them instead.

"Sir, we are already very grateful to you. At least Mother doesn't have to be so tired anymore… So, don't disturb us anymore, okay? Your arrival will only make us more dangerous." The younger girl emphasized again, but her voice was also lowered.

"Alright…" At last, Beatrice nodded helplessly. Then, she handed her two letters and said, "If you encounter anything you can't solve, take this letter to the police department in Cherwood Borough to look for Sergeant Faxin. He'll provide some help when he sees the letter… As for the other letter, if there's something that even Sergeant Faxin can't do, take it to Detective Hero Bryan. I believe you've heard of his name."

"Hero Detective Bryan?" The two girls didn't want to take the letter, but they changed their minds when they heard the name. They said in disbelief, "You… You know Detective Bryan?"

"Yes, I know him… You guys look like you admire him." Beatrice was a little surprised. She felt that it was better to mention a name than to say so much.

"Detective Bryan is our 'hero' from East Borough. He was the one who rescued Sister Janice from the gang-controlled company on the neighboring street," the thirteen-year-old girl replied with sparkling eyes.

"Aunt Kelly and her family were rescued by him and Miss Arbitrator. He's a true hero," the girl's sister said excitedly.

That fellow Ebner is really famous! I'm so envious…

While she was thinking about this, she took the opportunity to chat with the two girls. She was relieved to learn that they had just returned from the church's night school.

However, even after mentioning Ebner's name, the two girls were still very wary of her. Beatrice had no choice but to regretfully leave this dilapidated apartment that was filled with moist water vapor and various odors mixed into a foul stench. She decided to help them when she found a suitable way to repay Sam for saving her life.

The younger girl watched him leave and couldn't help but sigh. "Actually, this gentleman is a good person. Mother just doesn't want to interact too much with him and doesn't blame him…"

"I know, but so what? The news he brought made my mother sad! Besides… I won't admit that that person is my father!"

…

After bidding farewell to the two girls, Beatrice turned back to Black Palm Street and entered the temporary residence she had rented here. She changed into a more convenient outfit for walking in the night before heading toward another gang-controlled block.

There was her hunting target.

…

Late at night.

Click.

Ebner, who was sound asleep, suddenly heard a small voice.

He immediately jolted awake as he casually turned on the gas lamp in the room and rubbed the Ring of Light, prepared to activate it at any time.

Wu!

At that moment, a cold wind blew past without warning. The light from the gas lamp suddenly turned dark green.