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Chapter 847  Hunting for Shade (4)

"Why did we head back so soon? There was still so much to explore."

Erik, leaning back in his seat, glanced at the piece of paper he had discovered in the warehouse. "It wasn\'t necessary to stay any longer," he said.

"Besides, if we need to, we can always go back later."

The ease in his tone suggested he was confident in their next move. There must have been a reason both he and Ramon were confident about leaving the warehouse.

Rebecca, not quite satisfied with the answer, pressed on.

"But why isn\'t it necessary anymore?" she asked, her brows knitting together in confusion.

"Because I found a lead." he paused. "We\'re on our way to meet someone who might know what this is all about." He handed the paper to Rebecca.

"What is this?" she asked. "The lead."

The conversation caught Ramon\'s attention, his serious demeanor as the driver not faltering as he navigated through the air.

Erik turned to him. "So, who is this guy we\'re going to meet?"

Ramon looked pensive, then he sighed.

"The Informant: Vincent Hawk," he said, his voice carrying a respect that suggested this was no ordinary contact. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Vincent is known in the underworld as \'Hawk Eyes,\' is a seasoned veteran of Nokisi Point\'s criminal scene. He is… or rather… he was a friend of mine. Vincent started off as a thief but eventually became an informant."

A few silent seconds ensued.

"Vincent built his reputation by being able to find information without getting caught and remembering every little detail spot-on. Despite knowing the ins and outs of the city\'s underworld, he stays neutral, selling info to anyone willing to pay his price. It is very rare, if you ask me."

Erik, still pondering the potential of their upcoming meeting, turned once again to Ramon with a question that had been nagging at him.

"Are you sure this guy will have the information we\'re after?" There was a hint of skepticism in his voice.

Ramon nodded. "Yes, I am," he said. "Vincent once worked alongside me. We were part of the same crew, serving the same bosses back in the day."

The car turned to the right at a crossroads.

"When I decided to leave that life behind, Vincent stayed on for a while longer before striking out on his own. He\'s been in the game long enough to know the ins and outs, especially of that warehouse. He stayed there years before I left, so it stands to reason he\'d know something that could help us now. Since he was there, he must know.

"If you say so," Erik said. A note of cautious optimism appeared in his voice as the group neared their destination.

Before them stood a towering skyscraper, its sleek design cutting a striking silhouette against Nokisi Point\'s skyline.

Rebecca, peering through the car window, turned to Ramon with a puzzled look.

"Is this the place where Vincent works?" she asked, her gaze scanning the imposing structure.

Ramon shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"No, this is where he lives." That prompted a whistle of surprise from Camille.

"If he lives in a place like this, he must be one hell of an informant."

The skyscraper was a testament to luxury, with high-end flying cars gliding in and out of the parking lot at the top of the building.

Below, the base of the skyscraper had many luxury shops, their bright displays and elegant facades promising exclusivity and opulence.

The group arrived at the parking lot, where Ramon maneuvered their car into a vacant spot.

Together, they headed toward the elevator, the gateway to the upper echelons of the skyscraper.

Ramon navigated the panel to find Vincent\'s bell and pressed it, starting a call to the informant\'s doorbell.

To their surprise, Vincent\'s voice crackled through the speaker, a mix of curiosity and surprise clear in his tone.

"Ramon?" Vincent smiled, but had a visibly shocked face. He hadn\'t seen Ramon in years. "RAMON! HAHAHA! How are you? What brings you here?"

Ramon leaned closer to the speaker, his voice steady.

"I came to visit, Vincent. And to buy \'something\'," he said, the last word heavy with implication.

Vincent\'s response was immediate, his demeanor shifting to one of warm hospitality.

"You\'re always welcome here. I\'ll send the elevator down for you." He said those words, but he couldn\'t see everyone, only Ramon and Camille.

The group stepped into the elevator, a silent bubble of anticipation surrounding them as they ascended to Vincent\'s apartment.

The ride was swift, lasting less than a minute, but the tension seemed to stretch it longer.

When the doors finally slid open, they were greeted by the expansive luxury of Vincent\'s living space, a reflection of his success as an informant.

However, the moment Vincent laid eyes on Rebecca and especially Erik, his reaction was one of sheer shock.

His welcoming demeanor vanished, replaced by a look of utter fear.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Vincent\'s gaze was fixated on Erik with a mix of fear and incredulity.

He then turned to Ramon, "DID YOU COME HERE TO KILL ME?!"

"What?! No!" Ramon said.

"Then why did you bring Erik Romano here?!"

That left Ramon surprised. He knew the Blackguards were searching for him, and that he was rather famous as Erik Kay here in Etrium.

But what if there was something more? However, Erik stepped forward. "Why is it a problem I am here?"

Vincent turned to him with a confused face. "Are you really asking that after what you did to the Crystal Cross Gang and Howell?"

"How do you know about that?" Erik had a murderous glint at that point.

Ramon stopped him from walking further, his eyes were conveying a single message: do nothing rush.

"You really think no one was going to talk in that little resistance group of yours?"

"Sorry, Vincent," Ramon said. "I swear this wasn\'t intentional or to harm you. We just came here to find some information." An apologetic look appeared on the man\'s face.

It was at that point, Erik started playing with his Instability Brain Crystal Power, calming the man down.