"Master Peregrine, we've caught them." Even though Pukwudgie and the rest already had the culprits, they couldn't help but feel anxious.

Merlin stepped forward. "Master Peregrine, this was my fault alone. Please don't blame any of the others."

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Finn Taylor ignored both of them and turned to the five beggars. "Who was it? Who instructed you to stop Yvette Larson's car?"

Finn Taylor had a photographic memory. He was sure that he had never seen these five beggars before. This meant that they bore no grudges against him.

It seemed like there was only one possibility—they had been hired by someone.

"Ha, who are you? You're just a useless matrilocal son-in-law. How dare you try to make us talk?" Their boss was stubborn.

Finn Taylor simply picked up his dagger and ran it across that person's neck.

As that beggar's blood dripped down, he quickly lost all signs of life.

At this sight, it wasn't just the four other beggars who were stunned. Even the four guardians and the rest were shell-shocked.

Master Peregrine—who had always been warm and even allowed the Larson family to bully him—was actually such a brutal man. As long as it didn't involve his wife, Finn Taylor turned a blind eye to it. However, these beggars had chosen to help someone else hurt Yvette Larson.

That left Finn Taylor with no other choice.

"I'll talk. It was a woman." One of the beggars was so frightened that he had peed himself. He quickly told Finn Taylor everything he knew.

"A woman?" An image flashed past his mind. 'Eleanor Larson? Hilary Stone? Or someone else from the Larson family? Who was it?'

"Oh right. That woman isn't young, but she was very well-dressed and maintained her appearance well too."

Based on this description, Finn Taylor came to the conclusion that it had been Hilary Stone. 'Is this revenge for rejecting her? Fine! Great!'

"Except for him, throw everyone off the cliff."

The other three beggars' faces turned ashen the moment they heard that. They begged Finn Taylor to forgive them.

They had been driven into a corner. In fact, they hadn't even hurt Yvette Larson.

But Finn Taylor remained indifferent. 'That's right. They didn't hurt Yvette Larson, and they should be thankful that they didn't. Otherwise, they won't be the only ones dead. I'd have killed their families' ten generations!'

Merlin knew in his heart that he had committed a grave mistake this time. Of course, he wasn't going to let Master Peregrine handle such trivial matters personally.

He grabbed hold of those three people and brought them to the edge of the Pacific Heights cliff. Then, he really threw them off the cliff.

The only beggar who had spoken up couldn't help but feel like a stone was weighing down on his heart. He felt eternally grateful that he had made the right decision to speak up earlier; otherwise, he'd have been thrown off the cliff as well.

If one was thrown off this hill, death was certain.

"Horned Serpent, have you gotten the surveillance footage?"

"Yes, I found it."

"How many hours passed after they stopped Yvette Larson's car until I appeared?"

"One hour and 16 minutes." Horned Serpent had a good memory when it came to numbers.

"Alright, one hour and 16 minutes. From now on, stab him once every minute. I want him dead in exactly one hour and 16 minutes. If he dies any earlier or later than that, just wait and see what I'll do to you." Finn Taylor handed the dagger to Merlin before heading out.

He had no interest in dealing with a nobody. The one he wanted revenge on was Hilary Stone.

'How dare that woman set her sights on Yvette? Since she dared to do that, she'd better be prepared to bear the consequences.'

There was a club in San Francisco named 'Red Sage Club.' It was named after the herb that was said to heal one's body, but everyone knew very well what kind of dealings this club was involved in.

Finn Taylor walked straight into the club.

"Sir, are you a member here?" Seeing that Finn Taylor hadn't registered at the front desk and was heading right in, the receptionist tried to stop him.

But the manager stopped her before she could step forward. "Shut up."

The receptionist glanced at her manager in bewilderment. "Ma'am, he doesn't have a member card. He shouldn't be allowed in."

The receptionist was confused as to why her manager had stopped her. What she didn't know was that her manager was experiencing a surge of emotions in her heart.

Just a few days ago, the manager had been at the bank and had personally witnessed Finn Taylor taking out his Peregrine card. She hadn't said a word about that incident to anyone.

'What a joke. If I said anything about that, I would probably be dead by now. But I never expected to see that legendary Peregrine card holder in Red Sage Club! However, what is such a big shot doing here?' She didn't dare to go up to stop Finn Taylor. In fact, she even arranged for her subordinates to stay out of his way.

Due to this, Finn Taylor headed right up to the top floor without being stopped.

The elevators didn't go up to the top floor. The elevators could only bring guests to the second floor.

But there weren't even stairs from there to the top floor.

However, Finn Taylor didn't care about that. As he walked out of the elevator, he passed through a long corridor before finally stopping in front of a bonsai plant.

He moved the pot.

Crank! Crank! Crank!

A massive hidden door appeared in front of Finn Taylor.

He opened it to find stairs in front of him.

He walked up the stairs, finally arriving at the top floor. Then, he kicked each door open.

As each door was kicked open, unspeakable scenes came into sight one after another.

There was a flurry of curses and tons of people kicking up a fuss, but Finn Taylor ignored them all.

Finally, he kicked open the last door.

In there was the protagonist he was looking for.

The moment Quinn Larson caught sight of Finn Taylor, he was so frightened that he fell from the bed. 'Finn Taylor has found out about my secret! What if Finn Taylor tells others about this? What will I do?'

At this point in time, he felt utterly humiliated.

Yet, Finn Taylor acted as though he hadn't seen Quinn Larson's expression at all. He walked forward, grabbed hold of the naked Quinn Larson, and dragged the latter out as though he was dragging the corpse of a dead dog out of the room.

He then dragged Quinn Larson into the elevator and out of the club.

When Finn Taylor arrived at the front desk, the receptionist nearly let out a scream, but she managed to cup her mouth.

To be honest, the receptionist still had no clue as to why her manager was behaving so strangely. 'If word gets out about this, Red Sage Club is done for. In the past, everyone has always settled their grievances within Red Sage club itself!'