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Chapter 81
“Go ahead,” Ivor said, his eyes half-lidded as he listened intently.
Floyd hesitated for a moment before speaking, recounting every detail of the earlier encounter. “We were going to grab a bite when…” He told his master everything that had happened with Jim, the hitmen, and the Soaring Cannon.
“Are you saying Tim used the Soaring Cannon on the hitmen? And that it’s one of Master Jim’s signature moves?” Ivor asked, brow furrowing slightly.
Floyd nodded eagerly. “Yes. To be honest, I’ve never seen anyone use the Soaring Cannon so perfectly. I’ve fought for years, and Jim’s skills are well-known, but there’s something about Tim’s execution that doesn’t sit right with me. It’s just… too perfect.”
“What are you thinking?” Ivor’s voice remained calm, but his eyes sharpened as he awaited an answer.
Floyd’s brow knitted in concentration. “I think he might be connected to Master Jim in some way.”
Ivor raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were going to tell me that Master Jim had disguised himself as Tim.”
Floyd paused for a moment, considering. “Now that you mention it, I did entertain that idea at first. When I saw Tim use the Soaring Cannon, I thought maybe it was Master Jim in disguise. But then I remembered—Master Jim is Ms. Bonita’s top bodyguard. It can’t be him.”
Ivor nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a good analysis. But Tim is just…” He trailed off, lost in thought for a moment before continuing, “Investigate him thoroughly.”
Floyd’s eyes glinted with understanding. “You speak my mind, Mr. Ivor.”
“Remember. Do it discreetly. Don’t let him find out about this,” Ivor added.
“Understood, Mr. Ivor. Leave it to me,” Floyd responded with a determined nod.
In the next room, Bonnie and Jim were deep in conversation.
“You used the Soaring Cannon right in front of Floyd?” Bonnie frowned, clearly concerned.
Jim nodded. “It was a dangerous situation. I reacted without thinking.”
Bonnie pursed her lips, processing his words. “As far as I know, Floyd’s a huge fan of yours. Wasn’t he suspicious?”
“He was, but I told him it was just a move I had a knack for,” Jim replied.
Bonnie raised an eyebrow. “Did he buy that?”
Jim frowned. “I think so.”
Bonnie rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “Floyd might act like he doesn’t care, but think about it—would Ivor let someone gullible work for him? Floyd’s probably one of Ivor’s most trusted men.”
“Are you saying he was suspicious of me, but just chose not to say anything?” Jim asked, his voice filled with realization.
“It’s very possible,” Bonnie replied. “If my assumptions are right, Floyd would have already told Ivor everything. He’s smart, and it’s likely that Ivor ordered him to quietly investigate you.”
Jim absorbed the information, his mind turning over the possibilities. Bonnie continued, her expression serious. “Anyway, how did you come up with the alias ‘Tim Reid’? Is it easily traceable?”
Jim patted his chest with confidence. “There’s no need to worry about that, Ms. Bonnie. The people who set it up for me did a thorough job. Floyd won’t be able to trace it back to me.”
Bonnie’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I wouldn’t worry if it were anyone else, but Ivor is different.” She glanced toward the room next to hers, imagining Ivor’s wise and calculating face. “He’s smart, and he has the means to make use of any clue he uncovers.”
“Do you think Ivor is capable of figuring something out about me?” Jim asked, his voice tight with concern.
Bonnie turned to look at him. “Correct.” She exhaled slowly, then gave him a reassuring smile. “But don’t worry. I’m going to ask someone for help.”
Jim raised an eyebrow. “Who are you going to call, Ms. Bonnie? Who could stop Ivor from finding out about me?”
Bonnie’s lips curled into a confident smile. “I’m going to contact someone from the SR League.”
Jim’s eyes widened in surprise. “You know the top brass of the SR League?!”
Bonnie nodded. “The SR League is a globally recognized taskforce. They’re known for handling high-risk missions, and their success rate is through the roof. If anyone can help us keep your identity hidden, it’s them.”