The Scammer?

Chapter 24 The Scammer?

Christine hadn't returned by dinner time. He occasionally went out for business dinners, and everyone was used to it.

After dinner, Hobart, as usual, went to observe Raft, and as always, he was at the gambling table, gambling away his sweat and money.

I'll ask "Miss Justice" to investigate tomorrow. It won't be too late to take further action after we confirm that Raft is indeed a gambler.

After leaving the "Land of Disorder," Hobart pondered Raft's affairs, the three cases he had on hand, and tomorrow's tarot meeting, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

……

There are no towns in the southern continent, on the upper reaches of the Hordes River.

Because to people outside the town, the town does not exist, the town is called "Non-existent" Town.

The "low-sequence" extraordinary beings gathered as was customary, and their status was checked by the "middle-sequence" members of their race.

In this cursed family, most of the extraordinary individuals die from loss of control or suicide; very few actually die at the hands of enemies. That's why there's a weekly routine to check on the extraordinary individuals' condition.

Since the vast majority of people died in the town, the family's extraordinary traits have not been greatly diminished over the centuries. On the contrary, they have accumulated a large number of extraordinary traits through combat. If it weren't for the curse, they could at least have established a "corpse collector" pathway from Sequence 9 to Sequence 6, and a "prisoner" pathway from Sequence 9 to Sequence 5.

Elliott, of Sequence 8, is also in the "low sequence" queue, and he is a key target for inspection because he showed signs of getting out of control during a routine check a week ago and was banned from leaving town.

Calvin, the "Middle Sequence" powerhouse in charge of the inspection and Elliott's uncle, could hardly believe his eyes: "Elliott, you, all your signs of losing control have disappeared?"

Moreover, his entire body was in perfect order, a stark contrast to the previous disharmony.

Everyone turned to look in this direction. In a town that doesn't exist, things generally get out of control and are irreversible. As soon as signs of things getting out of control appear, you have to pay close attention, because it's only a matter of time before things completely go out of control.

Elliott inwardly praised the mysterious being on the Iron Throne once again. He had already prepared an excuse: "Thanks to the 'Law of Rex' (the Balk family called the method of fighting the curse taught by Rex the 'Law of Rex'), I never expected that those methods would play such a crucial role at such a critical moment."

People either nodded or looked puzzled, but the routine checks continued, and no one paid any more attention to Elliott.

Calvin shook his head. The "Law of Rex" would have an effect, but not that significant. If he hadn't noticed that the curse on Elliott was still present, he would have reported it to the elders immediately.

"Uncle Calvin, can I continue to go out of town to carry out missions?" Elliott asked.

Calvin then came to his senses: "Okay, you're fine now, you can come and go freely in and out of town."

In any case, it's a good thing that Elliott's signs of losing control have disappeared.

……

As soon as the carriage arrived on the street leading to the law firm, Hobert saw Mr. Robin standing at the entrance.

The defendant in the first case Hobart took on was Mr. Robin, whose house was auctioned off by the court last week to pay off his debts.

The law firm is located on Baiminglan Street, a street where various firms, service companies and other service industries are concentrated. These small businesses make their signs bright and shiny and decorate their company carriages in a bright and shiny way to attract the attention of potential customers and to show off their financial strength and capabilities.

Those who come here seeking services are all well-dressed upper-class people from Backlund, as well as middle-class people who value appearances.

Luxurious carriages and well-dressed pedestrians came and went, but Mr. Robin was an exception. He still wore his tattered coat and patched hat, looking out of place on the street.

Hobert stepped down from the carriage: "Mr. Robin."

Mr. Robin somewhat awkwardly took off his hat: "Mr. Hobart, I... I hope to get your help."

"Please come with me." Hobart led Mr. Robin into the office, wanting to hear what difficulties he had encountered.

Hobart shared an office with five other paralegals. He arrived first, and since no one else was in the office, Hobart invited Mr. Robin to sit at his desk and poured him a glass of water: "What legal difficulties have you encountered?"

Mr. Robin gripped his hat tightly: "I don't know if this counts as a legal difficulty, sir."

Tell me about it.

"My investment can't really be considered a failure; I was scammed," Mr. Robin recounted. "Six months ago, my cousin approached me, saying that Mr. Zachary, who runs an insurance company, was facing financial difficulties."

"Mr. Zachary is willing to sell some of his shares to weather the storm and is looking for investors everywhere."

"My cousin got a 0.8% share authorization letter, but he needed £1600. He couldn't come up with that much money on his own, so he came to me to buy it together. We each put in £800 and split the profits equally."

"Sir, this is a great investment opportunity for us. If we complete the transaction, I will receive a dividend of about two hundred pounds a year, which is almost the same as my salary."

"I inquired everywhere about Mr. Zachary's insurance company and was told that the company was doing very well. So my cousin and I pooled together £1600 and completed the share transaction."

At this point, Mr. Robin's expression turned bitter: "It wasn't until more than a month later that we learned that the insurance company had never sold any shares, and that their insurance company didn't even have a person named Zachley."

Hopper asked, "Didn't you call the police? Do you still have the share authorization letter?"

"We only learned after we reported it to the police that Zachary was the boss of a gang in the East District, and he had disappeared two weeks before we reported it," Mr. Robin said. "It was also through the police that we learned that many people had been scammed like us."

"The share authorization letter is still there, but it has been proven to be forged." As he spoke, he took out a share authorization letter.

Hobart's first thought was: Is this a scammer in disguise?

He thought for a moment before saying helplessly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Robin, I'm not a police officer and I can't help you find a fugitive."

"No, no, no," Mr. Robin said, "I'm not asking you to help me find someone. My cousin and I have been searching for and investigating Zachary, and we've accidentally learned that Zachary is actually working for a Mr. Hyman."

"We don't know how to find evidence to prosecute Hyman, so we're asking for your help."

He continued, "If you can help us recover that money, we are willing to use 20% of it as your legal fees."

Under Mr. Robin's eager gaze, Hobart said, "I can't agree right away. I need to investigate first. Leave me an address, and I'll write to you if my investigation makes any progress."

He said, "Please tell me more about your investigation process in detail."

"Thank you for your help!" Mr. Robin said, his eyes reddening. They had consulted many lawyers, but none of them were willing to help them. Hobart was the only lawyer who was willing to understand the details.

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(End of this chapter)