Helis froze in shock. He ordered his men to unlock the cell immediately and charged in once they pulled the gate open.
Alarm flashed across the men’s eyes. A dark look descended upon their faces.
The cell had been heavily guarded. But Marcel had ended up dead. How had he died?
No one had entered this cell!
Helis stewed in silent rage.
He felt a stinging sensation on his cheeks. It was as if someone had just given him a tight slap across his face.
The perpetrator of that imaginary slap was Ethan.
The young man had sought him out and reminded him to keep Marcel alive. He hadn’t taken Ethan’s words seriously then.
Ethan’s warnings had turned to reality. How wonderful.
Helis didn’t care about Marcel’s death. He had to die sooner or later. What Helis had found unacceptable was that he had died in his prison.
The perpetrator was openly challenging him and the Disciplinary Hall.
“Did anyone visit his cell?” Helis asked coldly.
“No one was allowed into the prison, Helis. I’m willing to swear upon my life!” One of his men clenched his jaw and replied. “The only ones allowed inside are our own people from the Disciplinary Hall. We patrolled the area twice. We didn’t see anyone. I was the one who stood guard at the gate.”
Helis stepped forward and grabbed the guard by the collar. He snarled. “Our people? Are you sure they were all from the Disciplinary Hall? Did you check everyone?”
The guard’s face paled when he heard what Helis had said.
He had not. There had been a dozen of them, so he couldn’t possibly inspect every one of them.
“I’ll deal with you later!” Helis cursed, then turned and left, leaving a terrified guard quaking in his boots.
He had committed a terrible oversight!
This was a disaster. No one cared about Marcel’s death. What was at stake now was Helis’ reputation.
He was done for!
Helis stormed out of the prison with a thunderous look on his face and his hands folded behind his back. If he could, he would set the prison on fire and burn the whole building down.
He didn’t head for Liam’s residence. News of this was going to reach Liam soon. He didn’t have to report this to him.
In fact, Liam had probably expected this.
On the other hand, he had been overly confident of himself. That had led to his oversight.
Helis went to see Ethan instead.
He found Ethan sitting in the rattan chair in the courtyard. His eyes were shut. He was resting. He seemed as carefree as an old man enjoying a well-deserved retirement.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” Helis approached Ethan. He scoffed lightly before sitting down next to Ethan. He made himself comfortable and poured himself a cup of tea.
“What else was I supposed to do?” Ethan’s eyes remained shut as he spoke mildly. “There’s nothing in the sect that requires my attention. The Disciplinary Hall, especially, has Helis to keep everything running smoothly, am I right?”
He was bringing up the subject deliberately. Helis eyed Ethan.
Ethan’s eyes remained shut. He had an insufferable look on his face though. Helis was itching to punch him in the face. This man was clearly mocking him!
“Marcel isn’t going to die in your turf. That was what you told me, Helis. And now you’re telling me that he’s dead?” Ethan shook his head profusely. “I don’t believe you.”
A stormy look descended upon Helis’ face. Ethan was milking this for all it was worth. He was relentless.
At least his eyes were open now.
It must take unimaginable skill to belittle someone while your eyes are shut.
“I’m not here to chat.” Helis waved his hand vaguely. “Marcel’s dead. We’ve lost our only lead. Remember, they tried to kill you.”
“Sure? Is that all you have to say?” Helis barked out an angry laugh. He repeated himself. “They tried to kill you.”
He couldn’t take it anymore. Helis shot to his feet. After a moment, he sat down again. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He wasn’t going to let Ethan drive him to an early grave.