Chapter 32: Human Hearts Are Evil
Alan walked lightly and turned to go downstairs.
He didn't come back until Kant left the principal's office and knocked on the door.
"Teacher, I just saw that silver-haired man..."
Ms. Sora smiled and interrupted him.
"Mr. Kant, I'm here to investigate the theft of pepper."
"The pepper has been returned to its original owner. What else is worth investigating?" Alan pretended to be surprised.
"Kant is not here to investigate on behalf of the police, but on behalf of the insurance company."
Ms. Sola poured the student a cup of coffee and motioned for him to sit down and chat.
"After the pepper was robbed, Marco's Company applied for compensation from the insurance company that insured the goods. That was a huge sum of money!" Ms. Sola said calmly, "Of course the insurance company had to send someone to investigate carefully."
"Mr. Kant, calling yourself an insurance claims investigator is just a humble statement."
"In fact, he himself is a major shareholder of the insurance company."
"Out of concern for the interests of my own company, I took the opportunity of my vacation to investigate."
Allen nodded suddenly, and then asked: "Mr. Kant, it seems that he is also a warlock?"
"Like me, he is also a Level 1 Warlock." The principal replied carefully, "As for who is stronger or weaker? I dare not say for sure."
"Teacher, we have already returned the stolen pepper to Marco's Company, and the insurance company does not need to pay the claim. Why are we still investigating?" Alan asked puzzledly.
"Silly boy, do you think the news spreads so quickly that the insurance company would know about it as soon as we returned the property to its original owner?"
The principal couldn't help laughing.
"Marco Company applied for compensation half a month ago."
"Kant received the news and came to investigate by boat. He arrived at Quinte Port yesterday morning."
"Although the matter has been resolved, according to the insurance company's work process, he still needs to sort out the cause and effect of the whole matter, write a report and submit it to the board of directors."
"You don't know until you check. Once you check, you will find that the problem is really serious!"
"What else could be the problem?" Alan asked doubtfully.
"hehe……"
The principal took a sip of coffee and smiled coldly.
"Alan, this world is more dangerous than you think."
"People who are only interested in profit are very good at disguising themselves."
"Teacher, what do you mean?"
"It seems that our spice tycoon, Mr. Marco, is the victim of this case."
"Isn't that so?"
"Hehe... In fact, Mr. Marco has planted a spy in his competitor and has already learned of Dupin's entire plan."
"On the day Pepper was robbed, Mr. Marco learned from the undercover that it was Dubin who hired Jason's gang to do the robbery."
"He even knew that Pepper was hiding in a cave deep in the mountains."
"However, Mr. Marco deliberately pretended to be ignorant, offered a high-profile reward, and acted like a wronged victim."
"Alan, what do you think his purpose is?"
" Insurance fraud!" Alan answered in a low voice.
The principal nodded approvingly.
"Mr. Marco's plan is to get the insurance compensation first."
"At the same time, he watched Dubin poison a group of thieves led by Jason and seize Pepper."
"Until Dupin thought he had accomplished his mission, they assassinated Dupin through spies planted in advance and made it look like he died at the hands of thieves."
"In this way, Mr. Marco eliminated his competitor, recovered the stolen pepper, and earned a sum of insurance compensation for free. It can be said that he killed three birds with one stone."
"This profiteer is so sinister!"
Alan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead seriously.
The principal rolled her eyes at him, as if laughing at his naivety and his curiosity about things he had never seen before.
"By the way, you also know the spy hired by Marco's firm. He is Dubin's most trusted mercenary captain."
"So, the smart-ass Doberman has no secrets at all in front of his old rival Marco."
"As for the bounty notice issued by Marco's Company before, it was just a cover to paralyze Dubin's group."
"Mr. Marco, I never expected anyone to actually find the stolen pepper and claim the reward."
"However, as fate would have it, man proposes, God disposes."
"Alan, you understand what I mean, right?"
The principal smiled meaningfully.
Alan nodded slightly.
Due to his unexpected intervention, Mr. Marco's plan failed to materialize.
Not only did he fail to get the insurance compensation, he also had to pay a bounty.
"Kant has already found out the whole story. He will be back in two days to report to the insurance company's board of directors."
The principal continued.
"Although the spice merchant Marco was suspected of insurance fraud, he did not actually commit a crime."
"Since the insurance company has not suffered any losses as a result, it does not intend to pursue the matter further."
After listening to the principal's explanation of the whole cause and effect of the incident, Alan first breathed a sigh of relief, but then his back felt cold and he was filled with fear!
If I hadn't been rational enough and not been dazzled by the unexpected wealth, and hadn't asked the principal to endorse me, but had personally negotiated with Marco Trading Company, what would have been the consequences?
Mr. Marco probably doesn't want to see any changes in the big game he has set up when it is about to come to an end, thus ruining his insurance fraud plan.
So it's understandable...
Not only will he not get the reward he deserves, but he may also lose his life because of his kindness!
On the other hand, if he, Alan Panthers, was not Ms. Sora's direct disciple.
Will Mr. Kant, who is investigating the matter on behalf of the insurance company, still invite him for coffee in a nice manner?
If he was just an unknown person who got lucky.
There is no warlock to support him.
Is it worth while for Kant to bother?
Directly cast a spell to hypnotize him.
It is also very likely that after extracting the information, they would just kill him and dump the body in a gutter.
Now, Alan feels more and more that living in this treacherous society, the slightest mistake can lead to death!
Ultimately, it's because I'm too weak.
In this world where the strong prey on the weak, weakness is the original sin.
Without sufficient strength and background, even if pie in the sky falls at your door, you dare not open your mouth to eat it!
…
Half a year later.
It is already late September.
The heat of midsummer is still lingering.
However, in the world of meditation...
Frost falls on the hills, it is winter.
Alan's current situation is harsher than the cold winter!
In the blizzard, shouts of killing were heard from afar.
Allen exerted force with both arms and swung the stick!
Bang!
The ogre opposite had his head flattened by a blow from him.
His eyes rolled back and he fell backwards, dead.
Continuous fighting, coupled with excessive force.
The scarred stick in Allen's hand finally broke.
Throwing away the half-broken stick, Alan gasped for breath.
The arrow wound in his back, split open by the fierce battle, hurt even more.
He had no time to catch his breath as he groped his way forward in the wind and snow, searching for his four lost sisters.
At this moment, heavy footsteps suddenly came from behind.
It is approaching rapidly.
Alan's face changed slightly.
Stop, turn around and gaze into the distance.
