The warden who guards the witches

"This is indeed Miss Fei'er's handiwork. Haha, I wonder what the relationship is between you and her...?"

The man in a striped tuxedo wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and greeted Aiden with an apologetic smile.

"Are you the boss here?" Aiden looked at the man in front of him.

After arriving at the "Midnight Rose" nightclub and handing Mayfair's letter of introduction to the receptionist, Aiden was immediately invited to a single room decorated in a style full of earthy luxury, where he waited for his arrival. It was the middle-aged man in front of me who looked like the person in charge here.

"Yes, yes!" The nightclub owner nodded hurriedly.

Judging from the location and specifications of the store, this "Midnight Rose" is already considered a top-notch store in the fiercely competitive Fireworks Alley. The boss here must undoubtedly be a fairly wealthy person, and in this kind of business, he must be a local snake who has accumulated a certain amount of connections and skills to survive for a long time.

But in front of Aiden, the boss not only came out to receive him personally, his attitude could be said to be quite approachable...even to the point of being almost flattering.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm just here to inquire about some things." Aiden smiled at him.

"Don't worry, since it was introduced by Miss Fei'er, we will definitely cooperate." The boss sat upright.

"Hey, that woman... is she really so impressive here?" Aiden couldn't help but raised his eyebrows.

"What are you talking about, Miss Fei'er, she is the industry god of Fireworks Alley!" The boss showed a look of awe on his face, "She is here, using a small shop, to directly smoke away the fireworks. More than half of the customer traffic in the lane is exceeded, and the sales in one day are more than those of other stores combined in a week! ”

"So..." The boss rubbed his hands again and smiled flatteringly at Aiden, "If you need anything, just ask her, and please tell her to be merciful in the future... Oh, by the way, can you ask me a question? Does Miss Fei'er have any intention of forming a partnership in the future? I wonder if we will be lucky enough to cooperate with her. It's easy to say how much we will split!"

"I know, I know."

Aiden looked calm on the surface, but was amazed in his heart.

Everyone would find it incredible that the troublesome succubus who only messed around with him in prison was actually a powerful figure here.

But the nightclub owner sitting across from him had something else on his mind.

Aiden did not wear a uniform when he came today. After all, a prison guard's uniform would not only bring no convenience in investigation, but would increase the risk of being seen wearing a uniform entering such a place, leading to the risk of being killed.

But when the boss saw this mysterious young man in front of him easily taking out the letter of introduction written by Feier, and addressing Feier so casually, he felt inexplicably frightened.

Could this young man be...Miss Fei'er's mistress? No, seeing as how this guy treated the nightclub queen as a minion, it seemed more likely that he was the big boss sitting behind Mayfair.

Such a big shot could easily turn the entire Fireworks Alley upside down with just a few clicks of his finger. If he wanted to squeeze out his nightclub, he would probably not blink an eyelid.

This kind of character cannot be ignored!

"Would you like something to drink? A glass? Actually, I have some decent collections..." the boss smiled enthusiastically.

"No, no, I'll leave after I've inquired." Aiden waved his hand, "Yesterday at almost nine o'clock, two customers I know entered your store, a fat man with a mustache, probably in his thirties. , the other one is a young man in his twenties, I wonder if you can find out who received it? "

"Okay, I'll ask you right away."

The boss immediately clapped his hand on the table and rang the bell, brought over the person who was in charge of the reception last night, and then relayed Aiden's question.

"Ah, you are asking...Officer Jaron Roton?" The receptionist immediately had the answer.

"Yes, that's him." Aiden nodded.

"It's that bastard..." The nightclub owner cursed casually in a low voice after listening. Then his face froze, and he realized that he had made a mistake and quickly explained to Aiden, "Oh no, I'm just... uh, Are you not friends with him, sir?”

"Don't worry, strictly speaking we are having a bit of a holiday." Aiden gestured for him to relax.

"Oh, that's good, that's good." The boss patted his chest and let out a long breath, "Oh, that Officer Roton, he is a famous robber in the entire Fireworks Alley, relying on the name of a mounted policeman, in Every store refuses to pay back the money on credit, and charges back some handling fees, and threatens to cause trouble for the store at every turn, tsk tsk tsk... it really gives me a headache to see it!”

Obviously, Jaron Rodon is not a popular figure here.

"Then what did he do here yesterday? What did he say to the young man he brought? Can you tell me everything you know?" Aiden continued to ask.

"Wait a moment, I'll call the girl who hosted them for drinking."

The receptionist bowed to him, turned around and went out. Not long after, he brought back several girls with heavy makeup.

Aiden asked questions to everyone present in turn, gradually restoring the activities of Jialon and Bruce in the nightclub yesterday.

According to the receptionist and the girls, the two people did not do anything special in the store yesterday. They first watched the performance near the stage for a while, and then asked for a private room so that the girls could drink and have fun with them until late at night. Just dispersed.

Among them, the only clue that sounded valuable was that the girls who accompanied the guests said that they had heard Jaron say something to Bruce in a stern voice before they entered the private room.

"He seemed to say something like 'I'll give you everything, don't let me down'." One of the girls recalled and said, looking at the others, "right."

The other girls nodded.

"Didn't you hear the whole thing he gave to the young man?" Aiden asked seriously.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear it clearly through the door at that time." The girl shook her head blankly.

Aiden looked at the others, and the other girls also shook their heads.

"Why are you so useless! Huh?" The nightclub owner on the side looked a little angry, fearing that he would offend Aiden.

"I'm sorry, boss!" The girls bowed their heads.

"It's okay, it's okay." Aiden raised his hand to smooth things over, and turned to the girl again, "Then... is there anything else worth paying attention to? Tell me."

The girls were worried about being scolded by the boss again, so they racked their brains and tried to recall. One girl suddenly remembered something: "Ah! Mr. Rawdon's pocket watch seems to have been changed."

"Yes, he changed to a silver pocket watch..."

"He used to show off his gold pocket watch when he was drunk, saying how powerful the family emblem was."

The other girls also added in a flurry.

"Pocket watch?" Aiden frowned sharply.

"Oh, why are you talking about such an insignificant thing! Don't waste the guests' time, okay?" The nightclub owner was so angry that he slammed the table.

"Sorry, boss!!" The girls lowered their heads even lower.

But Aiden laughed and clapped his hands at them: "No, no, no, no, you said it very well. You provided very useful information."

The girls and the nightclub owner looked at each other, completely unable to see through the young man's reaction.

"Anything else?" Aiden looked at the girls and asked them one last time. When he was sure that he could not get any more information, he stood up and said, "Okay, thank you very much for your cooperation. I'll take my leave now."

"I'll see you off." The nightclub owner stood up with a polite look on his face.

"No, just do your thing." Aiden waved his hand and left the private room directly.

The boss winked at the receptionist, who hurriedly followed and sent Aiden to the door. Then he ran back and asked in a low voice, "Boss, who is that guy?"

"No matter who he is, in short, when this person comes to the store again in the future, he will be received according to the highest standards! If I'm here, notify me immediately! If anyone neglects him, I will never forgive you!"

The boss stared at the receptionist's eyes and told him viciously.