Ten minutes before seven in the evening, Scott arrived at the I Battalion military headquarters. Zach greeted Scott with a surprised look."General, as planned, the meeting with the Defence Minister will be held at eight tonight," Zach said."I know," Scott said. "I came earlier because I don't think I'll be able to meet him later. There's something else I have to take care of elsewhere.""Understood," Zach said, still looking at Scott in surprise.Honestly, he didn't know what was more important than meeting and talking directly to the Defence Minister to address the problem they were facing right now. But, as a very loyal and respectful person to the War God, he didn't dare express his surprise."Have you made sure that the Defence Minister is on our side?" Scott asked."Yes, General. You don't have to worry about that," Zach replied. "He's currently meeting with the Mayor at the Mayor's residence. This meeting itself is held in secret, far from the response of reporters' cameras."

"Did you hear that, Luisa? Did you hear what he said? Isn't that the same as him admitting that he's the serial killer the police are looking for?"Keith said it in a provocative tone, and of course, loud enough so that not only Luisa and Scott could hear it, but also the people at the tables around them.Those people's eyes widened as they heard the words "serial killer" again. Luisa realized that and she became even more uncomfortable."Keith!" Luisa reprimanded in a whisper, rolling her eyes again.Keith ignored her, not even turning or glancing. His gaze was straight and focused on Scott.What was Scott's response? Well, he smirked slightly, lifted his chin slightly, then said, "We should talk somewhere else. What I want to talk to you about isn't something that's fit for public consumption."Keith furrowed his brow, then he smiled mockingly."You think I'm that stupid, huh? You think I'm going to say 'yes' to your invitation?" Keith said, sneering."Everyone, you heard what he ju

People's gazes were focused on the television. On the television screen, the news anchor appeared to be presenting the latest findings about the suspected serial killer. He said that a Mildenbrough resident sent a video showing that the fugitive was at a well-known Japanese restaurant."Isn't that here?""Yes. And didn't that just happen?""The person in this video recording... isn't he..."The people at Kintsugi Table began to look at Scott with suspicion. After all, what the news anchor said clearly pointed them to Scott. So, Scott was actually the criminal on the run? Was what Keith said earlier true?Luisa looked at Scott in panic. Until a few moments ago, she tried to believe in Scott; she rejected the widespread rumor that Scott was the serial killer the police were looking for.But now, after listening to what the news anchor said on television, she could only remain silent and gape.Was what the news anchor said true? Was Scott really the person behind the serial killings that

Being slapped like that, by someone he didn't know at all, Keith should have been furious, even slapping the slapper back.But that's not what happened. Keith could only gape, letting his mouth open like a fool. The men were still holding him tightly. Keith no longer tried to break free. He gave up. He was desperate.Keith never imagined that he would end up like this. Not only did he lose his dinner date with Luisa, his reputation and name were instantly destroyed in a flash. Now the people at Kintsugi Table—and maybe other places in the city—labeled him as a rapist.Once again, when he thought about it, he didn't understand how Scott could know about those video recordings of his, about what he did to those poor women.Even his sister-in-law, whose experience was extensive in the world of information dissemination in this city, he was sure she didn't sniff out his hidden hobby. Scott must have hired a detective or something, so he could track down the cloud address where Keith store

Luisa came out of the bathroom, wearing a kimono-shaped towel that covered her body up to her thighs. While tying a small towel around her hair, she asked Scott, "What was that just now? I thought I heard a scream.""There was someone screaming," Scott said. "It seems like it's downstairs.""The room renter?""Could be."The woman's scream was heard again. This time it wasn't a scream, actually, it was more like a yell.Neither Scott nor Luisa could hear it clearly. They exchanged glances and seemed to be guessing what the woman was saying, who she was talking to.At this point, the woman screamed again, almost as loud and shrill as before. Scott reflexively stood up. His jaw tightened."Do you want to check downstairs?" Luisa asked.Scott looked at Luisa, asking, "May I?"Luisa rolled her eyes, but then nodded. "Go ahead," she said.Scott then left their room. Luisa sighed. She knew she couldn't stop someone like Scott from staying quiet and pretending not to know when something happ