Chapter 269


    Bran was dazed from the impact, and the scolding from his own father made it even more painful.


    “Dad, I just wanted to test them a bit,” heined.


    “Test?” Shane nearly whacked him with his cane. “You''re testing your own life!”


    Despite his anger, Shane couldn''t ignore how audaciously the residents of building 50 had behaved,


    ramming the Porras family''s Maybach several times, even bringing out explosives and grenades.


    What, they thought the Porras family were y-dough, to be messed with however they wanted?


    Furious, Shane called upon the butler to bring over the chief of police. Such people were too


    dangerous to be left in themunity.


    “Dad, let me handle this. Don''t call the police.”


    “You handle it, my foot!” Shane, exasperated, gave him a whack with his cane. “Haven''t you caused


    enough trouble? One of these days, you won''t even know how you died!”


    If Bran weren''t his own blood, Shane would have kicked him out long ago.


    With the standing of the Porras family, Evan, the police chief, was quickly called over. Before


    entering the Porras residence, he first inspected the damaged Maybach, and listened to eyewitness


    ounts; whether they were security guards or rich onlookers, their testimonies were surprisingly


    consistent.


    The residents of building 50 were a nest of extremists. They had explosives, grenades, could


    disarm people barehanded, fought twenty with just three of them, and would p someone at the


    slightest provocation. It did sound very violent.


    Once inside the Porras residence, Evan asked Bran, “Mr. Bran, could you tell me what happened?”


    Bran was astonished at how big the incident had be. He was indeed interested in building 50,


    but couldn''t find a suitable reason to approach. So he went for a bit extreme method. But he never


    expected Ste’s reaction would be even more extreme.


    “Actually, my car isn''t damaged.” After much deliberation, he finally told the truth.


    Shane''s expression instantly changed.


    Evan knew Bran well. The son of the richest man in Griffith, a notorious troublemaker. If he weren''t


    wearing his uniform, he would have said, "Finally, someone who can handle him." This kind of


    people really had iting.


    Evan was curious about the residents of building 50. They challenged the entiremunity single-


    handedly, tantly disying dangerous items, and didn''t give the Porras family a chance to


    maintain their image.


    Bold.


    The residents of building 50 hadn''t returned yet. Evan asked, “Do you have their photos?”


    Of course, there were records in the security room. Evan stared intently at the photos. They looked


    so familiar. “Do they have a massive, handsome German Shepherd?”


    “Yes, they do have a dog. It almost killed someone''s alpaca a while ago.”


    As Evan staring nkly at the photo, not reacting for quite a while, Shane felt something was


    amiss.“Evan, is there something wrong with these people?”


    There was definitely a problem, but how to say it? Evan mulled it over in his mind.


    Their first meeting was at the public trial. The second meeting was at Silver Asylum, where they left


    him quite a few gifts.


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    Although he didn''t see them personally, ording to the survivors'' testimonies, a dog that can carry


    explosives and climb trees, he couldn''t think of a second one.


    The third meeting, Mark hid it well, but not everyone in the neighbourhood had his calm demeanor.


    Evan didn''t even need to ask, knowing there was a dog was enough.


    Now, they hade to Hopefield.


    How to put it, Evan always felt that the first meeting was not at the public trial, but earlier, like in


    Unity Vige''s The Chaos. Of course, this was all his spection. If his spection was correct,


    they were really interesting.


    Evan thought for a moment, then slowly said, “Shane, can we talk privately?”


    Shane was taken aback, immediately asked his son and everyone else to leave.


    Once the room was cleared, he said solemnly, “Evan, what have you find out?”


    Evanposed his words, “The identities of these two people are indeed special. As for how


    special, I can''t exin it to you right now.”


    He paused for a moment, then continued, “You know about the two private bases involved in the


    underworld that were taken down a year ago?”


    “I''ve heard something about it.” Two underworld bases were taken down by the police in one day.


    “Half a year ago, there was a riot in a temporary settlement. Over three hundred refugees tried to


    rob the residents of Eastwood Eden, but not only did they suffer no casualties, they drove the


    refugees back. Do you know about this?”


    The Porras family had returned to Griffith and naturally needed to find out everything. Shane knew


    that, but didn’t know the details.


    “The more we face the end of the world, the more we need to treat each other with respect and


    understanding. As long as you can do this, I believe Hopefield will be safe.” Without revealing too


    much, Evan decided to stop here, “We will continue the investigation. We will inform you of any new


    developments.”


    Shane''s expressions changed, and he personally escorted Evan out, “Thank you for your efforts,


    Evan. This mess was caused by my son, and I will give him a good lesson.”


    “The case shouldn''t be publicized. Before we have a result, I hope you can keep it confidential.”


    Evan reminded again, “Also, in the face of natural disasters, people should show kindness. I hope


    Hopefield can work together with the city government to build a new era of prosperity in Griffith.”


    Instead of focusing on internal strife.


    Shane, who had been in the business world all his life, could understand what he intended to say,


    “You''re right, Evan.”


    If it weren''t for the natural disaster, the police chief wouldn''t have the audacity to say these to the


    Porras.


    As soon as Evan left, Shane called his son over. Without a word, he threw a coffee cup at him. Bran


    quickly dodged, “Dad, what now?”


    Shane was furious, “If you don’t want to die, stay away from those people living in building 50!”


    “What happened?” Bran was curious, “Are their identities very special?”


    Shane didn''t believe this son of his. Someone who could make the police chief vouch for them was


    definitely not to be underestimated. No wonder they acted so arrogantly.


    He warned his son, “Don''t take my words lightly. If I see you near them again, I''ll break your legs.”


    Afterward, Evan didn''t rush off. Instead, he had his squad car parked at the entrance of the


    suburban neighborhood.


    Approximately half an hourter, a Hummer gradually came into view, and the person of interest


    emerged.


    Upon seeing the police car, Jasper slowed down, "Should we stop?"


    "Let''s stop," Whatever was meant toe would eventuallye, there was no escaping it. So the


    Hummer pulled up next to the squad car, and the window slowly rolled down.


    Evan stepped out of his car, eyed the Hummer up and down, and said with a grin, "Nice ride. Did


    you have it customized before the natural disasters?"