As King of the West and master of SHADOW, Billy had naturally heard of Ink Pavilion. It had a big reputation.
Ink Pavilion had a long history, dating back hundreds or even thousands of years if you traced it to its roots. Its original purpose was to handle some discreet matters for the royal family, reporting directly to the emperor and primarily responsible for assassination missions. During its heyday, members were spread throughout the country and their organization was exceptionally large. They dared to kill even members of the imperial guard and caused great fear among high-ranking officials in court.
Over time and with changes in dynasties, Ink Pavilion's influence gradually waned. However, this did not mean that their strength diminished much; they simply no longer operated as openly as before. Anyone who knew about Ink Pavilion would never dare ignore their existence. No one outside knew how many people were currently part of Ink Pavilion or what their overall strength was like. No one knew where their headquarters were located or anything about their internal organizational structure.
"How do we know it's someone from Ink Pavilion?" Billy asked after pausing briefly.
"Judge compared Black Eagle's sketch with several other images through multiple screenings until we finally identified three people," Casey replied. "Two of them are no longer alive, and the remaining person appeared once two years ago. After system identification, the similarity is over 90%!"
"I see." Billy nodded slightly. "Where did they appear?"
" Two years ago, they appeared at one of the destinations in those big cases."
"We should have got right." Billy continued after a brief moment deep in thought, "If Ink Pavilion wants assassination business then there must be an external window, ask Judge to find it as soon as possible."
"Got it!" Casey nodded in response.
Suddenly, a childish cry rang out-it was Tasha's voice. Billy and Casey looked in their direction, only to see a glamorous middle-aged woman pointing at Harleen and yelling at her. Another little girl stood beside the woman with two burly men behind her. Meanwhile, Felicia cooed to Tasha while glaring angrily at the middle-aged woman beside her. Many other parents and children also surrounded them with displeased expressions.
Billy frowned and walked over, followed closely by Casey.
"You cut in line and you're still talking so much nonsense!" Harleen said angrily.
"So what? Do you believe I'll have all of you kicked out by park staff right now?!" Said the middle-aged woman. "You low-level losers don't even know your place. My kid wants to ride the carousel, so all of you should move aside!"
"What's wrong with cutting in line?" The middle-aged woman continued coldly. "Don't talk about cutting in line, I could clear this park right now if I wanted to."
After speaking, she swept a superior expression across the crowd watching them.
"Why are you so bossy? Don't we have to take turns for everything?"
"Yeah, this park isn't yours. Don't you even know how to wait in line?"
"I've never seen someone like this before - cutting in line and acting like it's their right! If you keep it up we'll call the cops!"
"..."
The onlookers were all angry.
"Really?" Billy gave a smile before looking at the woman in front of him. "Your husband sounds like a powerful person. Who is he? Tell us!"
"And who are you? What business do you have here?" The middle-aged woman looked up and down at Billy with a disdainful expression on her face.
"I'll give you two options. First, either apologize to everyone here. If they all choose to forgive you, I won't hold it against you. Or, call your husband and let us all see what kind of big shot he is!" Billy said calmly.
"Who the hell are you? You bastard? How dare you make me apologize?..."
Before the woman could finish speaking, there was a crisp sound as a slap landed on her face causing powder to fall like snow from her cheeks.
"If you dare to curse again, I'll knock your teeth out." Casey spoke up.
"You... how dare you hit me?" The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment before turning to look fiercely at two black-clad men beside her. "What are both of you waiting for? Take him out! Break his hand that hit me!"
"Yes, Ma'am!" The two men in black took a deep breath and vigorously nodded. Though they could tell from Casey's demeanor that he was not an ordinary individual, when their boss gave an order, they had to muster up the courage to confront the challenge, even if they knew they were outmatched. With two muffled sounds, they charged forward and then swiftly retreated.
But before they could make sense of the situation, they were sent flying and ended up sprawled on the ground, unable to get up for quite some time.
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