After a while of silence, Allen pressed his eyebrows as if he had a headache, as if he was eased in his heart.

"Are there any doubts?" The words spit out of Allen's mouth like a dream, telling the fatigue of the master of the speech.

Now the pool of water in Gria City is getting more and more muddy. I don’t know how many storms and rains are waiting for them behind, so how can this not make Alan anxious.

However, even if you are worried, there is no other way.

The enemy is dark and I am bright and have no information. No matter how you fight, you can only passively attack.

Allen doesn't expect to hit it with one blow now, he just habitually collects information.

Although Allen himself did not give any hope for these scattered information, he would use it if he wanted to use it.

"No, the other party concealed the soul breath, covered the traces of fighting spirit, and hid all information that might reveal his identity."

"And whether it is techniques, combat style, or good use of weapons, they are all disguised, and there is no valuable news."

Hearing this, although he had no hope, Allen's mouth twitched for a moment.

The person was killed, but he didn't leave the murderer behind, and he could not provide useful information to want the other party. This was simply a slap in the face.

Thinking of this, Allen asked as if he remembered something, "Renard, are you looking for me just to tell me about this?"

Allen's voice was full of doubts, and he seemed to be a little confused about this issue.

After all, if Renard just wanted to tell him about this, it seemed that he would not need to spend a lot of effort to find him at the training base, and the same would be true for communication through a communication device.

"I want you to go with me to the prison of the Sheriff's Department and check the bodies of those two."

Renard looked straight ahead, his pupils were filled with empty spaces, and he said as if he was lost.

"Why?"

"You should know that a silver-level powerful man has enough ability to kill both body and soul at the same time."

"There is no way to use the spiritual arts when the soul dies, even if it is you."

Allen asked in confusion.

"It's true that if those two people still have residual souls, Ms. Kelly wouldn't have discovered it."

"It was Yaheng, who entrusts me to go there and let me try to get any useful information from the rest of the Bet family."

Renard did not hide it, and told Allen his intentions.

Allen nodded knowingly and understood what the other person meant.

Although two heirs who are most likely to know the secret of the Bate family died, there are quite a few members of the Bate family in prison. If one of them knows, wouldn’t it be a big profit?

However, this possibility is almost none.

After all, it has been so long since the Bate family was arrested. Except for some people who were killed on the spot in the violent resistance against the law and those who were seriously injured due to resistance, the others have been in prison for a long time. If they really knew something, they would have applied for it to improve their own value.

Since no one on the other party wants to commit crimes and make meritorious service for so long, if it weren't for them that they really didn't know, or the person who might know the secret could really tolerate it.

In either case, it is a bit tricky. So many veterans who are proficient in interrogation have not received any news, so it is probably difficult for both of them to do so.

Thinking of this, Allen couldn't help but look in the direction of Reynard.

Renard's eyes were leisurely, as if he was staring at the empty sky. His black magic robe was noble and gorgeous, demonstrating the majesty of the silver-level spell caster.
Chapter completed!