Chapter 2671: The Ring? What Ring?

"Sir, the rain that night was just like tonight, pouring heavily, I remember it well. Because when we go fishing, we fear the strong wind and heavy rain the most. That night was precisely such weather, so my memory is particularly vivid."

"You didn’t go to the clinic afterward?"

"My daughter and I took the person to the clinic and then left. Later, I heard the wound was treated and then he was sent to a big hospital, but I know nothing more. Besides, I’m not seeking anything from them, so there’s no need for me to inquire."

Sylvan Cheney’s eyes were full of deep luster, the mysterious glow hid all his emotions, his face showed no more expression than calmness and indifference.

Everywhere, quiet and still.

"Sir..."

"Is there anything else you’re hiding from me?"

"No more." The man shook his head, still very afraid, "I dare not hide anything from you... May I presumptuously ask, sir, were you the injured person?"

"You don’t need to know."

"Yes, yes." The man immediately fell silent, not daring to say more, yet his heart thumped loudly.

"Nothing else hidden from me, hmm?" Sylvan Cheney stared into his eyes.

The man was so frightened his legs went weak: "Sir... no... no more... sir, I’ve told the truth in every word... Oh, by the way, that person was clutching a ring tightly in their hand."

"A ring? What ring? Where is it?" Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow.

"When I took him to the clinic, the ring fell from his palm. I, I just, I just secretly brought the ring home... Our family is poor, so, so..." The man’s voice lowered, speaking with less confidence, "Later, when he didn’t come looking for it, I thought no one wanted it, so, I pawned it; the money went towards paying tuition for my daughter’s college..."

"How much did it pawn for?"

"Over twenty thousand..."

Sylvan Cheney squinted, pursing his thin lips, his face exuding a dangerous aura.

The man was so frightened he almost knelt down: "Sir... please don’t hold a grudge against me, I really didn’t mean to pawn it, my daughter is a good student but has no money for college, my wife’s health isn’t good either, that’s why, that’s why I took such a desperate action... I truly was forced, but I deserve to die, deserve to die... Sir, the ring is at the pawnshop, it surely can, can be found... Sir, spare my life, okay? Please spare me, I don’t want to die..."

The man kept pleading for mercy.

Yet, Sylvan Cheney remained silent, with an inscrutable luster in his eyes.

The less Sylvan Cheney spoke, the more panicked he became, yet dared not rashly approach Sylvan Cheney.

"Sir, I’m begging you, spare my life, I’ll return the money to you... it was only pawned for twenty thousand, if I tell any lies, may I be struck by lightning. Sir, spare my life, what I’ve told you today is all the truth, every bit of it..."

"Tell me, what does the woman who gave you money look like?"

"That woman is easy to recognize!" The man’s eyes gleamed, "Because she’s a mixed race! Black hair, blue eyes, very recognizable. Though I’m not too clear about her appearance, I’m certain about her being mixed race!"

"Mixed race..." Sylvan Cheney suddenly chuckled, there was a broken, bloodthirsty curve at the corner of his lips.

"Yes, yes, mixed race, her Mandarin wasn’t very good either, with an American accent."