Chapter 112

"Is there still no word about the dump trucks?" Perseus took a sip of his tea without looking up. "No." Tom looked gloomy. "The dump trucks were written off and have forged license plates. Even the surveillance footage from the junkyard was fake." He seemed to be afraid that Perseus would be angry, so he said, "These rascals are just too sneaky! If there were any leads, I'd ruin them all." "Are you telling the truth?" Perseus raised his eyebrows. "Of course I am. I would go through hell or high water for you, Mr. Perseus." Tom seized the opportunity to express his loyalty. "Alright, I'll give you a lead." Perseus put down his cup of tea and looked casually at Tom. "Go to the Phad Assassins Association." "P-Phad?" The moment he heard the word "Phad", Tom turned as white as a sheet. Sweat beaded on his forehead. "What's the matter? Are you scared?" Perseus laughed at him. How could he be a major thug in Neptuna with guts like that? "Mr. Perseus, you may not know about Phad,