Super Detective in the Fictional World

The special Fraternity, from their strong to top fighters, had been completely wiped out in one night; it was like a fat sheep ripe for the taking.

How could they call themselves bigshots if they didn’t cut off several pieces of meat for themselves?

For a moment, it looked like something bigger than ever was going to happen at the High Table.

On the other side, Luke, who had triggered the chaos, had returned home.

After speaking with Selina, Luke went to the basement. Taking a deep breath, he pressed the button to modify the system’s interface.

Was it too heartbreaking to give up the Loom of Fate for 500,000 credit points? Hehe, that was impossible.

After his recent efforts, he had earned more than 100,000 experience and credit points.

Experience and credit points could always be earned.

However, there were very few instances when the system’s functions could be upgraded.

It was clear that only items with magical attributes could catch the system’s attention. Naturally, Luke couldn’t let these go.

After he pressed the button, the system fell silent.

Luke sensed that it was still there, but he couldn’t use any of its functions.

After testing his inventory and the system interface, and finding that they were indeed unavailable, he didn’t dwell on it.

After tonight, whatever happened next, he would rest for a few days.

News of the Fraternity being completely annihilated was intimidating enough.

Even if the twelve members decided to deal with him, it wouldn’t be so soon.

Three prominent members had suffered heavy losses; it was unlikely that the others would be in a hurry to rush out and get themselves killed.

Most likely, it would still follow the plan which Luke and Gianna had cooked up beforehand, which was that the Blood Oath with Santino was never completed.

With this excuse, it was possible that Gianna, this “resurrected” Camorra heir, would be urged to take revenge for her younger brother, or the High Table would directly issue an excommunication and kill order.

Of course, none of this would get past Gianna.

Luke wasn’t in a hurry, and neither was Gianna.

The longer this dragged on, the firmer her position as family head would be.

Luke had killed a large number of Camorra’s men, but they had either been those old coots who relied on their seniority and didn’t listen to orders, or men who worked for Santino.

Only these people had died, as well as their close bodyguards; the Camorra’s real forces hadn’t been used at all.

Besides, these “losses” weren’t a loss to Gianna. Instead, they would significantly increase her control over the Camorra.

After a few months of adjustment, she would only get stronger.

As his accomplice, Gianna would share pertinent information with him.

With one of the twelve members as his eyes and ears, Luke wasn’t afraid of whatever the High Table planned.