Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 612: Chapter 207 My Backer Has a Lot of Influence_3

Isn’t that the famous detective Robin from Dragon City?

Leonard Churchill’s thoughts quickly began to race.

He had seen him twice in total.

The first time they fought, and he nearly got killed by that guy.

The second time was last time when he and Catherine Carter were surrounded and nearly killed by Young Master Kak and a group of high tier fighters; this guy inexplicably saved them then.

Although Lion City wasn’t big and there weren’t many taverns, he didn’t think it was a coincidence that this famous detective appeared here.

Just as expected.

Although Leonard hadn’t given away any flaws and had only glanced at him before lowering his head to drink, it wasn’t long before he heard the “tap, tap, tap” of leather shoes approaching him.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, only to see the fellow with the pipe place his black umbrella on the table beside him.

Then, he confidently pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.

Leonard looked at the guy sitting across from him and instantly guessed that Robin was here for him.

He didn’t play dumb, gesturing for the serving girl to leave, then he ordered the bartender to serve up drinks.

The two said nothing.

Leonard just glanced at him and didn’t say more.

This famous detective was very powerful; if it came to a fight, he wouldn’t be able to escape.

Drinks were served, and Robin raised his glass for a toast, speaking first, “Thanks for buying me a drink.”

“…”

Leonard chuckled.

Sitting at a table with a fellow suffering from Mental Deformation wasn’t too much of a barrier for conversation.

With one look, he knew that the other party had truly recognized him.

But Leonard still tentatively asked, “Detective, sir, are you looking for me for some reason?”

“A matter of professional business.”

Robin didn’t beat around the bush. He produced a business card and said, “If you’re in trouble, you can contact me. As long as it’s within Lion City, tear up this card and I’ll sense it at any time.”

“…”

Leonard looked at the business card on the table and realized; was this guy here to help him?

What did this mean, that he was worried Leonard would get into trouble he couldn’t handle and would help?

Was this a sign of protection?

He just said it was “detective business”?

Leonard didn’t think he had such a huge face as to have a fifth tier fighter come to protect him.

But there was also a significant amount of information in that sentence.

It seemed an important person had hired this famous detective to protect him.

However, Leonard was more curious about something else at the moment.

He asked directly, “How did you recognize me?”

The Clown mask had the ability to change one’s appearance and aura, and Leonard had also deliberately paid attention to some details, so theoretically, it should be impossible for anyone to recognize him.

But this guy had come straight to him.

Leonard was eager to know where his flaw lay.

Upon hearing this question, Robin showed a trademark gentlemanly smile.

He sized up Leonard, not trying to hide his purpose at all, and admired, “A very clever disguise; must be some high tier Relic. However, for a competent detective, there are still some flaws.”

“…”

Leonard watched him and remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

Robin took another sip of his drink, smiled, and said, “It’s not some fancy Secret Skill. Just the observant ability of a detective. Appearances can change, but habits are hard to deliberately conceal. When we met last time, I observed carefully. You walk lightly, and your left heel presses down a little lower than the right, so there’s a slight difference in your footprints. It’s not a big issue, it’s just a habit to favor your right arm for more convenient force… I observed your fight after your Transformation into a Werewolf, so I remembered. Plus, your alertness is also slightly different from others in the tavern… One small detail could be a coincidence, but when multiple details are combined, they’re almost unique.”

He added, “Of course, there are also some of my professional abilities.”

“…”

Leonard’s eyebrows raised as he listened.

No wonder he was a famous detective; professionals are indeed professional.

With this level of observational skill, no disguise could easily fool his eyes.

Indeed, the Transcendent card masters of this world are not to be underestimated.

Leonard listened as the other party candidly unraveled his inquiry and let out a relieved smile.

Yet, recognition was recognition.

That he could stake out here and find Leonard, Leonard didn’t believe it was solely due to those observations.

He had been very careful along the way and hadn’t noticed leaving any trace for someone to track.

It seemed this guy was staking out just like him.

Leonard was here to stake out Abel.

This fellow was here to stake him out.

Robin, seeing his confusion, didn’t play mysterious and asked directly, “Are you here looking for Abel?”

Leonard countered with a question instead, curious, “Oh? And why do you say that?”

Internally, he lamented, indeed, it was because he came to stake out Abel that he had been found.

Robin continued, “I analyzed your warrant file in detail. The Breathing Method you studied is the Gold Secret Skill that Abel has; oh, it’s said to be the Gold Secret Skill. But, in truth, it should be the Martial Arts breathing method of the martial prodigy who suddenly vanished from the Federation eighty years ago, the Fifth Tier Demon God sequence exclusive to ‘Club-Fighter’— ‘Gluttony’.”

Looking at Leonard, he said, “I saw you fight last time, you’ve mastered the Breathing Method thoroughly, but you’ve probably hit a bottleneck now, and only Abel knows the subsequent techniques… And as far as I know, there’s still a bit of a grudge between you and him. I guess after you returned to Sinless City, you’d come to kill him. So I just investigated Abel’s whereabouts on a whim, and lucky for me, it turns out I ran into you…”

“Heh heh.”

Leonard listened to the guy’s candidness and laughed as well.