They all call me Great Master

Chapter 207 Father in the Pigeon Cage!

Walking past an intersection westward from Garden Middle Street brings one to Western Garden Street, different from the shop-filled North Street and the rented South Street.

Most of Western Garden Street is comprised of South Los locals or those who have purchased properties.

Therefore, it's even more peaceful here.

Under the tall elm trees, children run by from time to time, with crisp shouts ringing out as parents chase after them, giving warnings.

Standing on the terrace of number 99 on Western Garden Street, Tarite watched this scene, his eyes filled with envy.

After pausing for a moment, he rubbed the corner of his eye and turned around to finish his last unfinished business.

Tidying up the pigeon cages.

According to that gentleman, all the pigeons had to be killed.

But...

Two years of companionship had already made him, a lonely fellow, see these pigeons as an indispensable part of his life.

So, for the first time, he defied that gentleman's will.

He planned to return these pigeons to the countryside and entrust them to reliable people.

And then?

Express gratitude!

Any more pursuits?

Gone.

With the child's accident, everything lost its meaning.

All that he had done, his entire life, had come to a complete halt in that moment, leaving only...

Revenge!

Therefore, he was extremely grateful to that gentleman—without his help, he would never have been able to accomplish his revenge.

Coo, coo-coo!

The sudden cooing of pigeons startled Tarite, who then quickened his pace, yet still methodically arranged the pigeon cages, opening one after another and releasing the pigeons inside.

Watching the pigeons fly away, Tarite finally turned to look in the direction of the terrace door—number 99 on Western Garden Street was a one-and-a-half-story building, with a living room, kitchen on the ground floor, and a bedroom on the second floor, used for storing sundries, while the entire terrace was converted into a special structure with pigeon cages facing each other on both sides, one side giving a view of the street.

A young man wearing a black double-breasted coat, holding a terrifying puppet, and carrying a cat cage stood in front of the terrace door.

"Your cat scared my pigeons,"

Tarite said as he sat on the only stool inside the terrace, his movements suggesting that his legs were not very agile.

The Pigeon Breeder reached for the long-stemmed chimney-style pipe beside him and added some tobacco—different from the classic billiard style, the long-stemmed chimney style had a stem about 20 centimeters long, with the bowl elongated into a rectangular shape resembling a chimney, allowing for the packing of more tobacco, a favorite among some old smokers in South Los.

"I thought it was 'Anna' who scared them."

Arthur replied with a smile.

"'Anna'?"

Tarite blinked, then guessed the identity of the young man before him.

The knowledgeable Pigeon Keeper, who could easily read and write, still maintained rather good reading habits. Unlike the previous reading for entertainment and leisure, his reading over the past two years was to better keep track of his enemies.

Therefore, he knew about 'Spirit Medium,' who had been gaining fame in South Los lately.

Realization dawned in the Pigeon Keeper's eyes as he looked at Arthur and 'Anna.'

'Anna' is not frightening, compared to some fellows... This lady maintains her manners,"

Tarite said softly.

"I'll convey your compliment to 'Anna' truthfully. So, can you also tell me more—although I already know some things, they are incomplete,"

Arthur said.

"Curious?"

Tarite laughed.

"Of course, I've always been a very curious person, and after the awakening of my bloodline, such curiosity has become irresistibly intense,"

Arthur nodded, his expression becoming perfectly convincing under the effect of "Bluff."

This talk, half true, half false.

Being human, Arthur naturally had curiosity.

However, Arthur could control his curiosity very well.

Because curiosity really could kill the cat.

Especially after taking on the identity of the 'modern-day Black Cat', Arthur became even more cautious.

But he didn't mind cooperating with the Tarite in front of him.

"There's nothing much to say, and there's no story you're hoping for—three years ago, when I was taking my daughter home, we encountered four bastards galloping through the city. My daughter didn't get out of the way and was hit by a horse and killed, and me, trying to save her, also got my leg broken by the horse, leaving me a cripple."

Tarite spoke softly, his expressionless face as if telling someone else's story.

"So that's what happened, can you then tell me about the incident at 17 Xilin Street?"

Arthur nodded his head and continued to ask.

"Of course.

In order to take down those four guys smoothly, I had to kill a fool—although I feel somewhat sorry for him, I'm willing to give my life in compensation."

Tarite maintained a matter-of-fact demeanor.

Yet, with the help of "Eagle Eye" and "Insight," Arthur easily spotted the tell.

Tarite was not good at lying.

"Hmm, I also know a story, just as unworthy of anticipation, but since you've told me one, I think I should also share one with you in return—three years ago, a father was taking his daughter home when four young men, out of a competitive spirit, suddenly started galloping in the city. Caught off-guard, the little girl froze in terror, and the father who rushed over intended to scoop her into his arms. But the horse was too fast, and he couldn't make it in time; the little girl was sent flying, and the father himself was hit and left with a leg disability.

However, when the police arrived, they concluded that it was the father and daughter who darted out, leading to the tragic outcome.

Unwilling to accept this, the father sought justice for his daughter all over.

But the families of those four young men were too powerful, and the father's efforts were futile.

This father became desperate.

He didn't know what to do.

It was then that someone suddenly appeared, asking the father if he really wanted revenge.

The father agreed, and thereafter, this father transformed himself into the Pigeon Breeder.

He began transmitting messages with carrier pigeons for a secretive group, and gradually, those four people got involved as well.

The timing became ripe.

With arrangements made secretly by that person, those four who didn't want the fool to steal the spotlight started using 'secret societies' as bait to lure the fool out.

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In their panic, they made a pact.

But such a pact was incredibly fragile because they overlooked the person lurking in the shadows, peering at everything—"just by tying phrases like 'I know what you did' to the leg of the carrier pigeon, one could easily summon them to a secret place known only to them and then cut their throats."

Arthur paused at this point, as if listening to something.

Then, he added another sentence—

"No, it seems that at that time, the father had already wanted revenge, but feared that by killing one of them, he would alert the other three, thus he hesitated to make a move."

As he spoke, Arthur turned to look at Tarite.

"That father was very incompetent."

The Pigeon Breeder judged with his mouth as he picked up a match nearby, ready to light his pipe.

But Arthur snatched the pipe from the Pigeon Breeder's hand first.

He lowered his head and took a whiff, the familiar smell of bitter almonds mixed with a slight pungency.

"You don't smoke, yet you choose a pipe that old smokers would pick—I have a friend who is an old smoker, so I know what old smokers are like.

Therefore, I think if you've just started smoking, cigarettes would be a good choice.

Of course, this is your choice.

However, my story isn't over yet, would you care to listen to the rest?"