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Chapter 247 Visiting Soft Shadow Boxing Arena

John led Bemus to the location of the voice.

A man was sitting on a chair with a cigarette in his hand, wearing a black jacket on his upper body, with his back to John and the others.

"Hello, we are the police, and because of some special reasons, we..." Bemus didn't know what to say.

After all, for trespassing on other people's territory, the boss can take them to court and take their hats off their heads.

And it is guaranteed that they will never wear this hat again, and there will be even more severe punishment.

"We are from the Clinton Police Department Headquarters. My name is John, a sheriff. This is my assistant, Officer Beams." John took a step towards Qian, and after introducing himself, he briefly introduced Beams.

"Sergeant John...Officer Beams...then I would like to ask, why did you break in without my permission?" The figure turned around and faced John and the others.

It was the face of a middle-aged man, with seriousness between the brows and a scar at the corner of the mouth. He was the underworld Mike.

Unlike Mike's previous appearance, he is now wearing a mask. After all, his face is not convenient to be in contact with John.

"It seems that you are the new owner of this boxing ring?" John patted Beams on the back, signaling Beams not to be too nervous.

Underworld Mike looked at John calmly: "So what if you are? What if you are not? The first thing you have to solve now is your crime of breaking into my place."

"Then what do you want?" John wasn't afraid at all. He had already died once, so he had nothing to be afraid of.

Beams was a little nervous, obviously he had done something wrong, why did the boss speak so sternly, as if he had done nothing wrong.

"You are very courageous, why don't you just stop being a policeman and follow me! Make sure you have enough money." Mafia Mike asked tentatively.

He wanted to see what John would think of the police profession after losing Mike.

"Sorry, I didn't become a policeman for money." John was not short of money at all, and with his current ability, it was impossible for him to be short of money.

"What is that for?" Underworld Mike asked, taking a puff of cigarette.

"In the past, it was to punish evil, but now it is to inherit a person's dream." John said.

Mike often mentioned to him that his dream was to be a police chief. Now that Mike is dead, John is willing to inherit his dream.

"Dream? Ha ha." Underworld Mike chuckled: "Interesting, tell me your purpose, and I can let the past go."

"Find out who the new boss is, and then get his body back." John took out a photo of Mike and him from his pocket.

"Ah?" Bemus was dumbfounded, didn't he just want to know who the new boss is?What the hell is taking a corpse?

"The boss is me. You have investigated this point clearly. As for the corpse?" Mafia Mike tapped his fingers on the table.

John put the photo on the table.

Underworld Mike picked up the photo pretendingly, looked at it carefully and said, "So it's him."

"Where is his body!" John was more excited, obviously the new boss knew about Mike's body.

"You have also seen the family portrait in my drawer." Underworld Mike flicked the cigarette ash: "It was taken from him. I didn't have time to deal with it, so I just threw it in the drawer."

Underworld Mike took the initiative to explain the origin of the family portrait in the drawer, but John and the others did not ask him the origin of the family portrait.

"As for the corpse, I'm sorry." Underworld Mike snuffed out the cigarette butt: "I'll take it for cremation."

"Where are the ashes?" John was taken aback for a moment, and then asked where Mike's ashes were going.

John had already thought about the answer of the boss in front of him. After all, they were members of the underworld, and that's how they handled the corpses.

At that time, Mike was not wearing a police uniform, nor did he bring any identification. It was good that the underworld people didn't throw him into the sea to feed the fish.

"I'm not bad. I kept his ashes in case someone came back to look for him." After Mafia Mike finished speaking, he picked up the table and started dialing.

ring ring ring ~ ~

"Well, bring that person's ashes over here, yes right away." Mafia Mike finished his orders and hung up the phone.

"I've already sent someone to bring the ashes over. Is there anything else you can do?" Underworld Mike meant to expel them.

John shook his head, then bowed to the owner of the ring: "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. By the way, there is one more thing. I'll give it to you as well." Underworld Mike turned around and opened the hidden compartment behind, took out a letter, and handed it to John.

John took the letter in doubt. He didn't know why he had to give him a letter.

"It seems to be his will. I have taken it apart and read it." Underworld Mike saw that John was puzzled, so he explained.

Only then did John open the envelope, and the first thing he saw was to confirm the handwriting, it was really Mike's handwriting.

Letter: Hi John, if you read this letter, it means that I am already dead. Don’t worry, hell will not accept me. I have gone to heaven...

The letter contained Mike's self-mockery about himself, and what he wanted to say to his wife, children, and John.

"Thank you again, sir." John's tone was more respectful, and the owner of the boxing ring helped him a lot.

Boom! Boom! Boom! A voice came from outside the door.

"Come in," shouted Mafia Mike.

A strong man in black came carrying a wooden box, which was black and as big as the palms of two adults.

"Give it to him." Underworld Mike glanced at John.

The burly man in black handed over the urn in his hand to John.

John took the urn, which weighed about two or three catties.

John was not surprised by this. After all, the cremation fireman usually only swept a part of the ashes into the urn, and would not put all the residue into the urn.

"Okay, I've already given you what I have to give, are you all right?" Underworld Mike re-lighted a cigarette and said.

John shook his head: "Thank you very much sir, what is your name?"

"It's a trivial matter, don't bother Sergeant John to remember my nickname." Underworld Mike rejected John.

John could only nod his head, with gratitude in his eyes, he turned and left, and Bemus hurriedly followed.

"Boss, do you want to sue them?" asked the burly man in black next to him.

"No, you can go down." How could Underworld Mike do such a thing, he waved his hands to tell his subordinates to go down, and stayed alone in the room to smoke.

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John opened the Shadow Kingdom and took Bemus back to the alley next to the boxing ring.

"This ability is so cool." Bemus said excitedly.

"Wait a minute, Bemus, and you can go back to the police station by yourself. I'm going to ask for leave in the afternoon." John looked at the time, and he was about to leave work now, and he just happened to have something in the afternoon.

"Oh yes!" Beams quickly replied, then glanced at the urn in John's hand, and asked curiously, "By the way, Sergeant John, whose ashes are these?"

"This?" John smiled again: "This is a hero worthy of respect."

(End of this chapter)