"Uncle, do you not remember me?" Bidegla's face showed an incredulous expression, and then he rushed forward, grabbing the old man's arm and said, "Uncle, I am your nephew. You promised to take me in once you reached your destination, remember?"

Bidegla's appearance was pitiful, causing the old man's complexion to change. He had never had such a nephew, this was simply a case of mistaken identity.

"What is the meaning of this?" At this point, the other police officers spoke, their expressions turning cold.

"I... I'm not entirely sure. Wait for me, I'll get rid of this beggar." The old man gritted his teeth and then said to Bidegla, "Come, I'll give you money."

When an unfamiliar person comes to claim kinship, their aim is nothing but one thing—money. And Bidegla's pitiable appearance made the old man look down on him greatly.

This incident was his chance to inform on the murderer and gain favor with the authorities. But Bidegla had ruined it, so the old man understandably had a sour expression.

"Alright, alright," Bidegla nodded, appearing meek and submissive, causing a slight frown on the faces of the police officers in the room.

But this matter had nothing to do with them, so they were not inclined to inquire further or discuss the case.

Following the old man, Bidegla and he arrived in the corridor, where there was no one else, making it an ideal place for murder.

"Speak, how much money do you want?" Without even looking at Bidegla, the old man took out his wallet.

"Money?" At this moment, Bidegla suddenly laughed, seemingly indifferent. In the eyes of these people, it appeared that money was all that mattered. But can money truly represent everything?

"If you don't want money, why have you come to me? I may not be a philanthropist, but I can still spare a few hundred dollars. Here's five hundred, take it." The old man spoke, taking out five bills from his wallet and tossing them in front of Bidegla.

Five hundred dollars may not be a large sum for many, but it's also not insignificant. However, upon seeing the money thrown at him, Bidegla didn't even bother to reach for it, letting the bills flutter in the air.

The old man had released him out of kindness, but now he had exposed him. It was because of him that the uncle had been taken away by the police. Who knows if he was still suffering in there because of him.

Just now, it seemed like this person was still providing the police with some useful information, stirring a murderous intent in Bidegla.

"Hmm?"

Seeing Bidegla not accepting the money, the old man was slightly surprised and puzzled.

"I never expected that I was deceived by your appearance. A person like you, even if you die a thousand times, it's not a loss." Suddenly, Bidegla spoke, causing the old man's complexion to change immediately.

The old man had already felt Bidegla's voice was somewhat familiar, but due to Bidegla's unattractive appearance, he didn't dare to make any rash claims.

Moreover, Bidegla was now a wanted criminal within the territory of Qing County. His daring presence here was simply seeking death, who knows, he might still be hiding in some unspeakable place.

That's what the old man had initially thought, but now, Bidegla was standing right in front of him, nearly scaring him to the ground.

This killer god actually dared to come here directly, and he even encountered him.

"You... " The old man wanted to speak, but felt as if something was stuck in his throat, rendering him speechless.

"I wasn't planning to kill you originally, but you are simply too uninteresting. My patience has its limits. Since you are so insistent on seeking death, then I will grant your wish." Bidegla spoke, revealing a sinister smile.

"Remember, Bidegla, I do not kill ordinary people, but you dared to expose us, which means you have already prepared for death. Your so-called secretary is just a fart in my eyes. After tomorrow, he will be nothing, and it's ridiculous that you haven't realized the situation yet."

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Bidegla shook his head continuously and then, with a hint of regret in his voice, said, "Saying so much is actually equivalent to saying nothing, because you won't live to see tomorrow. Now, I must pay the price for everything you have done."

After speaking, Bidegla did not hesitate, nor did he feel any pity in his heart. He simply threw the old man from the fourth floor without a second thought.

This old man, truly not worth lamenting for, was a classic case of releasing a tiger back to the mountains. He not only showed no gratitude, but also repaid kindness with enmity. Therefore, regardless of the fact that the old man was already in his seventies or eighties, Bidegla had already considered him as his enemy.

The sound of the old man hitting the ground, accompanied by sharp cries, confirmed Bidegla's knowledge that he would not survive. He quickly glanced around and then entered the building.

Inside the building, many people began to panic and run around, as they had seen someone seemingly jump from the window, and the scene was too gruesome to bear.

Meanwhile, Bidegla was calmly mingling in the crowd, and no one knew that he was the one who had thrown the old man from the building.

Swaggering out of the government compound, Bidegla hailed a car and left. Before reaching Pyotr Haler's residential area, he got out of the car and chose to walk home.

The people he needed to kill were all dead, and now he was waiting for his master's rescue to arrive.

Here, Bidegla remained calm, while in the county government, panic had taken hold. The son of the secretary had been killed, which had already caused widespread unease, and now another person had been pushed from a building. They were terrified.

"Bang!"

Beside the old man's body, a middle-aged police officer fiercely punched the ground, his face showing regret.

As a police officer for many years, he had already realized that the old man did not commit suicide; he was killed. And there was only one person who could have done it, the person who had come to see him.

Within a short minute or two, an important eyewitness had been killed, and they didn't even know where the killer had gone.

"Captain, what should we do?" a police officer asked.

"Search hard for this person. I suspect the one who just came to see him was Bidegla," the police captain said confidently.

"Captain, we have a lead," a police officer announced, running over.

"Oh, what lead?" Richard Ida's spirits lifted slightly as he stood up.

"Well, the person who came just left in a taxi. The surveillance camera at the entrance has captured the license plate of the car."

"Go, immediately bring the driver to me. I want to question him face to face," Richard Ida ordered, and then began to mobilize his forces.

Bidegla dared to kill someone right under their noses, and they couldn't let that go. Such a person posed a huge threat to society, so the only option was to deal with him severely.

Soon, the driver who had taken Bidegla was brought in to assist with the investigation.

"Where did you take that person?" Richard Ida asked, causing the driver's heart to race.

When he arrived, he had already heard that the person he had previously driven was the number one murderer in Qing County in recent days, Bidegla.

Thinking of being an executioner, the driver was quite frightened and still hasn't fully recovered.

"I dropped him off at the intersection of a slum neighborhood, and I have no idea where he went," the driver exclaimed, trying to distance himself and appearing innocent.

"No need to be nervous, we just need your cooperation. We won't harm you. Now, take us to where he got off. And remember, keep this quiet. Otherwise, don't blame me for not warning you," Richard Ida spoke, rising to his feet.

"Yes, yes, I won't tell anyone," the driver nodded frantically.

"Alright, lead the way and we'll follow behind," Richard Ida commanded, gesturing to his colleagues. "This time, we may be facing a seasoned pro. Everyone, be careful. If necessary, we may have to use lethal force!"

"Yes!"

The captain spoke, and the detectives around him stood tall, exuding a sense of determination.

"Move!"

A group of detectives, about twenty in all, set off to find Bidegla. But when they reached the slum where Bidegla had gotten off, they faced a dilemma.

The area was vast, filthy, and chaotic, with countless alleys crisscrossing each other. It was quite a challenge to find someone here.

"A few of you block each intersection. The rest, come with me to search. If we don't find him today, don't expect any rest," Richard Ida's tone was severe as he led the way into the alleyways.

In all his years as a detective, he had never encountered someone as audacious as Bidegla, who dared to commit murder right under their noses. It was simply outrageous.

If this dangerous criminal wasn't found, it would pose a significant threat to society.

Time passed slowly as the detectives searched for five or six hours, turning the area upside down. But no matter how hard they looked, Bidegla was nowhere to be found. However, their raid did uncover several dens hidden within the dilapidated buildings, somewhat of a silver lining.

"Captain, we found nothing on our end," a detective reported, saluting.

"The same here."

"And here too."

Despite deploying personnel in four directions for a thorough search, the outcome left Richard Ida feeling dejected. Bidegla was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he never even lived here.

"Alright, thank you all for your hard work. Let's regroup," Richard Ida said before turning and walking away.

This criminal was truly cunning. It had been a long time since Richard Ida had encountered someone like Bidegla.

"Bidegla, what have you done this time? They nearly found their way here," Pyotr Haler asked with astonishment, bringing dinner back to their place.

Just as he had gone out to buy goods, he noticed detectives patrolling the area, seemingly searching for something in the slum neighborhood.

Pyotr Haler's place was less than 500 meters away, just across from the slum.

"Nothing much, just killed a damned man," Bidegla replied, his expression remarkably calm.

"Damn!"

Upon hearing Bidegla's words, Pyotr Haler cursed loudly. Killing someone and remaining so composed—how did he manage that?