Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1295: Chapter 22: Vortex

The street performance didn’t last long—it wasn’t long before the crowd dispersed, and it was nine in the evening.

Cheng Yiran started packing up his tools—he wasn’t the only performer; there were a few other friends whom he’d met by chance at a rock bar after arriving in the Fog Capital.

“Thanks a lot, Will, for accompanying me out here to have fun.” Cheng Yiran said, walking over to Will, who was packing up the amp.

“You’re welcome, there’s nothing to do anyway in the evenings.” Will smiled.

“Did the police contact you today?” Cheng Yiran asked casually at this moment.

Last night, because of Will’s call, he reported to the police, who later went to the social work center. After making an audio record at the scene and submitting some identity information, he returned to his dorm at the music academy.

“No.” Will shook his head, a bit puzzled, “That group of guys hasn’t come back either… It’s strange. Later, I called the police station to ask, and they seemed uninterested in their own affairs, even showing a somewhat perfunctory attitude towards me…”

“Those guys who were capturing people?”

Will shook his head again, “They haven’t shown up yet.”

“I see…” Cheng Yiran nodded, “You should still be careful. Where are you heading to next? Want to drop by the music bar for a bit? Bring them along?”

Cheng Yiran looked at Will’s companions—they were members of Will’s punk band and also his coworkers at the social work center.

“No, I still have to return to the center… Last night was a bit chaotic, and some places haven’t been tidied up yet.”

“I’ll come over to help as well,” Cheng Yiran smiled, “consider it a thank you for accompanying me tonight?”

“Oh! That would be wonderful, Cheng, can you fry up some noodles for me as well? I really love your Chinese food!” said one of his companions happily.

Will shook his head helplessly, then glanced at the bag Cheng Yiran was carrying—he always carried this guitar bag with him, even when he rushed to the social work center after calling the police the previous night.

Cheng Yiran always carried a guitar with him, but he never took it out to play—Will was sometimes curious about whether the bag actually contained a guitar.

For today’s street performance, Cheng Yiran brought it along, along with another guitar specifically for performing.

Will had once curiously asked Cheng Yiran about the guitar he never took out.

He just smiled and said he wasn’t ready yet, that he didn’t have enough weight to bear it.

What kind of preparation does it take to pick up a guitar?

Of course, Will didn’t understand, but without a doubt, he was someone who respected others’ privacy, so he remained merely curious and didn’t pursue the matter further.

“By the way, weren’t there a lot of police cars tonight?” Cheng Yiran noted as a police car sped past… Within the last fifteen minutes, about three police cars had passed by.

“Now that you mention it, kind of?” Will was a bit stunned.

Suddenly, a child walked up to Cheng Yiran and handed him an envelope, saying someone had asked him to deliver it… Cheng Yiran was silently curious, opened the envelope for a look, and found a card inside.

——[you-can-fly]

No signature, just an encouraging phrase… The three words on the card appeared so plain.

He couldn’t help but be taken aback.

“What’s wrong, Cheng?” Will asked curiously, “Who sent it to you?”

Cheng Yiran let Will take a look, then shook his head and said, “Probably a kind soul trying to encourage others.”

Negativity, insults, curses… are everywhere.

There are few who are willing to encourage a stranger.

…

Receiving an encouragement card from a stranger made Cheng Yiran happier than attracting a crowd during a performance.

In fact, under Will’s curious gaze, Cheng Yiran unzipped the guitar bag he never opened for the first time in front of him and put the card with encouraging words inside.

They chatted and laughed, soon arriving at the door of the social work center—there, Will saw a guy who surprised him a bit.

Wearing a black jacket, leaning on a motorbike, looking around…

“Mr. Klein?” Will was very curious about why the ‘biker knight’ was visiting… and it seemed like he had been waiting for some time.

The person waiting outside the social work center was indeed Knight Klein, who had been ordered to rest by the Knight Agency.

“I happened to have nothing to do today, and I was worried about the child from yesterday, so I thought I’d come by and take a look.” Klein quickly explained his purpose.

It was indeed true—due to an order from his superior, Mr. Gareth, Klein was currently unable to participate in any actions of the Knight Agency.

But he was someone who couldn’t sit still… He couldn’t just put on a red-and-blue tight grid suit and transform into a movie superhero to fight crime.

As a knight, he never stooped to deceive or confuse.

“I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed,” Will couldn’t help but sigh.

“What happened?” Klein frowned, his intuition telling him something had happened.

“Actually…”

…

“A pair of siblings? And wearing black trench coats…”

After listening to Will’s account, instinctively, Klein seemed to connect some dots but wasn’t sure, “Will, can you describe the characteristics of those people in detail?”

“Well… It seemed like the black/organization, but not really, because I remember they said that once they completed their business, they wouldn’t show up in front of me again… I’m puzzled too.”

Will even spoke of the police’s perfunctory attitude.

This further convinced Klein that what Will encountered last night might have been members of the Knight Agency on a mission… but why capture a child?

Siblings…

Could it be… one of the Beastmen who went missing at the dock yesterday?

Thinking that he might have missed reaching a Beastman who was lost in the incident, Klein couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated… Was he still too inexperienced after all?

“Hey, you guys, stop chatting.” Will’s colleague suddenly asked, “Will, besides us, who else is supposed to be on duty tonight? Why is the light inside on?”

Actually, it was just one room in the center that was lit… As everyone instinctively looked over, the light in that room suddenly turned off.

Vaguely, they seemed to see a shadow hastily flash by.

“Could it be those sabotaging people from last night?” Cheng Yiran said instinctively.

“This…” Will opened his mouth.

“I’ll go take a look.” Klein unexpectedly said this quickly, and without waiting for the others to react, he jumped up the wall by the door…

Yes, he jumped up, similar to parkour climbing, but evidently easier.

“Cool…” His colleague looked amazed.

Will had to hurriedly open the door… This ‘motorcycle knight’, is he really missing a nerve in his brain?

…

In the pitch-black corridor, Klein tried to lighten his steps while listening intently to all sounds… He really felt someone was hiding here.

“Come out, I already know where you are, no need to hide.”

He tried to make the opponent nervous by speaking up… Only, Klein hadn’t yet noticed a pair of amber eyes were watching him from the crossbeam in the dark corridor.

Suddenly, the owner of the amber eyes lunged at the young knight from behind.

Klein felt the danger approaching, and in a split second turned around, crossing his hands in front of him… Only to feel a tremendous force hit him, forcing him to retreat quickly.

In the corridor, a blurry shadow was seen continuously leaping… Klein was secretly shocked, did he really encounter a Non-Human this time?

His arm bones faintly ached… Yesterday he was harmed by a demon, and the injury hadn’t yet healed.

But there was no time to report to the Knight Agency for support… He could only confront the challenge head-on. Klein swiftly adjusted his breathing, fully focused on observing the agile shadow’s movements.

Just then… a ‘pop’ sound came.

The corridor was suddenly illuminated as bright as day—Klein’s first sight was a girl, who was now raising her arm—But in the moment the light turned on, the girl’s arm paused instantly.

“What are you doing?”

The light came on, the girl stopped her attack, and at the same time, Will’s puzzled voice was heard.

The next moment, the girl swiftly retreated to Will’s side… Klein was about to shout a warning when the girl’s subsequent actions left him a bit surprised.

The girl didn’t intend to deal with Will but instead stood in front of him, casting a fierce and wary look at Klein… Rather than wanting to harm Will, she seemed more inclined to protect him?

“Can someone tell me what happened…”

Cheng Yiran approached in a dazed state, looking at the scene before him, and while about to say something, he noticed a swaying tail behind the girl, “…Thing…something…”

This tail… is it real?

…

…

“Mr. Chen, what are you doing?”

In the hallway—in fact, in the Fog Capital Song Dynasty Hotel, the corridor outside the presidential suite, Chen Peter was seen sneakily pressing his ear against the door as if eavesdropping on something.

“Don’t make a noise, I’m listening to the sounds! I was listening to…” Chen Peter abruptly clammed up, realizing who it was speaking to him, “Young Master Qiu! Good evening! The moonlight tonight is really beautiful, ah hahaha…”

“The moonlight tonight is indeed quite lovely.” Luo Qiu nodded, casually glancing out the window, “Then, what did Mr. Chen say he was listening to?”

“Um… this…” Chen Peter quickly said, “Listening to the sound of mice! Young Master Qiu, you may not know, but today is our hotel’s rodent extermination day… You have no idea, these mice are incredibly clever, I don’t know what they’ve been consuming to grow so smart!”

“I see…” Luo Qiu smiled and nodded, “Do you want to go inside?”

“No need, I just needed to listen for a bit… Hmm, I’ve heard enough! Rest assured, Young Master Qiu, your room here is absolutely spotless, very sanitary, and safe!”

Saying this, Chen Peter quickly got out of the way, making a gesture of warm invitation… But he was rather curious inside, he hadn’t seen Young Master Qiu go out all day today, how could he suddenly be returning from outside?

And his female companion, too, seemed to have just returned from shopping judging by their appearances.

But in the afternoon, wasn’t the cleaning staff saying they saw the two sunbathing on the suite’s balcony?

“Thank you.” Luo Qiu nodded with a smile, swiping the key card and entering the room with the Maid.

“If you need anything, just let me know! Young Master Qiu! I’m available twenty-four hours a day.”

“Thanks… But I think, Mr. Chen, it would be better if you took some rest.”

“No trouble, no trouble…” Chen Peter replied with an ingratiating smile… thinking back to how he reported that piece of information to Miss Ying last night with a ‘might as well give it a shot’ mentality.

Last night…

…

“What, a smaller-sized sexy women’s sailor suit? Does he really want such a thing?”

Song Ying, who was applying a face mask, looked surprised, the mask falling away as she remarked incredulously, “Couldn’t tell… That woman looks so prim, yet she’s into this kind of seduction game, tsk.”

“Miss Ying? Miss Ying? Are you saying something?”

“Oh… no! You’ve done well, Chen… Chen Peter, right? Yes, you’re doing well, keep it up.” Miss Ying put on a new face mask, casually saying, “I want to know what they said, what they ate, what they did, how long they did it for, the more detailed the better, got it?”

“Understood, understood… how long they did it for?”

“Just do as you’re told, why so much nonsense?”

“Yes, yes…”

…

The door to the room slowly closed, and Chen Peter’s mind drifted back from the video call last night… then he eagerly moved closer to the door again and pressed his ear against it.

Unexpectedly, the door suddenly opened, and Chen Peter only felt something scorching hit his ear, causing him to scream like a slaughtered pig.

The Maid now stood at the door, holding a kettle, covering her mouth in ‘surprise,’ “Mr. Chen, why are you still here… Did you get hurt? The water was cold, I was just planning to pour it out.”

“Pain, pain, pain… No pain, no pain, I’m fine, ah hahaha, I’m fine.” Chen Peter forced a smile.

He couldn’t help but mentally rage.

This is the presidential suite of the hotel, miss, you come out to pour water, are you kidding me?

And this water was obviously boiling, do you have the nerve to say… it’s cold?!

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