Wrapped in bandages and clutching his waist, Clive cautiously approached Peas Corner Street. He always thought there was something wrong with Edward. It definitely wasn’t because Cecil had Edward temporarily in charge of the police station that he was worried about being troubled, so he ran out, and yet unwilling to go home, that’s why he came to look for evidence. The sheriff didn’t directly enter ‘Watchdog Pastry House’. He didn’t think he was a match for the veteran without resorting to firearms. And to directly inquire? The other party’s relationship with Edward, he would surely not cooperate. Therefore, silently observing and searching for evidence was the best choice. Then, Clive saw Jason running. Clive frowned involuntarily and glanced at Jason’s retreating figure, who was still walking slowly in the distance. He tried to sound as gentle as possible: “Don’t be too greedy!” “That money should last you a good while!” The mute homeless man smiled at Clive, first waving his hand at Clive and then handed over all the large bills in his hand to Clive. He only kept a 20 cents in change for himself. Then, the mute homeless man stuffed all the large bills into Clive’s hands. Before Clive could say anything, the mute homeless man quickly ran towards the direction of ‘Watchdog Pastry House.’ He doesn’t want all that money I gave him? Watching the man’s receding back, Clive couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. But before his sneer had time to fade—— A huge explosion came from behind. Unprepared, Clive was knocked over by the blast wave. He turned around in a daze. All he saw was his car, already turned into a fireball. Someone wants to kill me?! The answer that surged from within made Clive’s hand tremble, and the banknotes he was supposed to clutch tight were carried off into the sky by the cold wind. Clive sat on the ground, completely oblivious to this. It wasn’t until Edward, who had been alerted by the female pastry chef, arrived that Clive somewhat recovered his senses. Little Bansey walked up to Clive and said. His tone was not pleasant. Although both were from the same police station, they belonged to different camps, and Clive’s reputation made Little Bansey disdain him even more. Accordingly, his tone was anything but friendly. “S-someone wants to kill me,” Clive stammered. “They even used a bomb,” “They must hate you to the core,” “Do you have any suspects?” Clive was taken aback. Of course, he had suspects. The gangs that paid him protection money, the people he had extorted, and, and the innocents he had wronged… Every one of them must wish him dead. A chill ran through Clive’s heart. Then he grabbed Little Bansey’s hand. “Hurry up and protect me!” “Take me to the ‘safe house’!” Clive pleaded repeatedly. Little Bansey shook off Clive’s hand, put away his notebook and pen, and said coldly, “It seems that Chief Clive is still too agitated to give a proper statement.” “Someone give Chief Clive a cup of coffee to calm down.” With that, Little Bansey walked towards the explosion site. And the people around? Belonging to Edward’s team, naturally, no one was about to pour Clive a coffee. In fact, no one even glanced at Clive. The clear division made Clive, standing amidst the crowd, feel not the slightest bit of safety. Instead, he felt as if the whole world had abandoned him. Especially under the tangible threat of death, with his spirit already shaken by Jason’s presence, Clive felt an unprecedented sense of despair spreading from the depths of his heart. Is anyone coming to save me?