God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 165: Mark: "Alexander Said So"

Inside the patrol car, Alexander clutched his forehead, his mind overwhelmed by Jonathan King's memories.

Who he slept with today, whose wife he assaulted yesterday—

A chaotic mess. Jonathan's brain was a swamp of filth.

Finally, Alexander pieced together a coherent memory.

Three months ago, Jonathan's father, Jonathan Sr., returned home in secrecy and revealed an extraordinary plant: Moonlight Grass.

At first, no one believed that Moonlight Grass could help people rapidly restore their spiritual energy.

But after a series of experiments, its miraculous effects were confirmed.

From that point on, Jonathan Sr. frequently scavenged extraordinary items, leaving early and returning late.

Each time, he brought back more extraordinary plants.

Jonathan suspected his father was trading extraordinary items for extraordinary plants.

Then, one late night, half-asleep on his way to the bathroom, Jonathan witnessed something shocking.

A stranger, cloaked in a billowing black robe, visited their home.

Jonathan Sr., usually an imperious deputy director, groveled and fawned before the man.

Jonathan deduced that this cloaked figure was the mysterious provider of their extraordinary plants.

His father handed the cloaked man a satellite phone, and from that point onward, their communication was limited to calls. Jonathan Sr. rarely left home again.

Alexander frowned deeply. Jonathan hadn't seen the cloaked man's face, but he knew the man was immensely powerful.

"There are too many hunters nowadays," Alexander muttered darkly. "If some hunters are hiding in a place like White Mountain City, it won't be easy to track them down quickly."

His expression grew darker.

Moonlight Grass and Potato Grenades weren't like Wild Strawberries or Popeye's Spinach—they couldn't be disguised as concocted pills.

Their very appearance would cause a stir.

This was explicitly against guild regulations. The Hunter Guild's rules clearly prohibited exposing these items to outsiders.

Which hunter was so brazen as to break the rules?

Alexander had anticipated that one day he might lose control over every hunter's actions. He just hadn't expected it to happen so soon.

The Hunter Guild had only been established for a little over six months.

"Rosie's app is no longer sufficient for monitoring the guild.

The app works well for cities like South Sea City, but for places like White Mountain City?

Investigations are too cumbersome and could easily create chaos.

The Super Fruit Hunters are manageable because of stricter oversight, but what about the Zombie Hunters?

I need to establish branch guild leaders in cities and towns across the country."

Alexander planned the next step for the Hunter Guild as he thought about the rogue hunter who had broken the rules.

He decided to contact Mark and use the satellite phone to call Rosie.

She would pull the records of all hunters who left Four Seas City three months ago.

Security Division, Fifth Floor

This was the residence of Director Carl Ruffelo, head of the White Mountain City Security Division.

The entire fifth floor was furnished like a five-star hotel, glowing with light even at night.

The wine cellar, ammunition depot, and armory were all located here.

Carl Ruffelo was the undisputed emperor of White Mountain City, and the fifth floor of the Security Division was his palace.

Mark barged into the fifth floor in a hurry, flinging open the door to the master bedroom.

"Dad! Something serious has happened!"

Carl Ruffelo hastily closed his laptop and shouted, "You little rascal! Don't you know how to knock?!"

Despite his quick reaction, Mark had already caught the lewd sounds emanating from the laptop.

Since his mother's death during a monster siege, Carl Ruffelo hadn't been with another woman.

Lonely nights drove him to the mysterious folders on his computer.

Ignoring the awkward atmosphere, Mark quickly blurted out, "Dad! Something big has happened! White Mountain City is in danger! There's already been a significant monster infiltration!"

Carl Ruffelo jumped to his feet, staring out the window.

It was quiet—just like any other night.

He turned back to Mark and smacked him on the back of the head.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Mark quickly explained about the infiltrators disguising themselves as humans.

"What? You're saying a group of monsters capable of mimicking humans has infiltrated White Mountain City?

And you suspect some of these infiltrators might even be in the Security Division?"

Carl Ruffelo frowned, finding it hard to believe.

"Who told you this?" he asked seriously.

Without hesitation, Mark replied, "James!"

Carl Ruffelo frowned further.

"James? Who's James?"

Mark smirked and said, "A cross-dressing master!"

Carl Ruffelo was thoroughly confused. "A cross-dressing master? What's that supposed to mean?"

Mark pouted toward the computer. "It's a drag queen."

Carl's face darkened instantly as he glared at Mark. It was clear he didn't believe a word Mark was saying.

Mark quickly added, "I'm serious! Alexander said the same thing! He said he's seen the infiltrators himself!"

Seeing Mark's serious expression, Carl's skepticism gave way to slight concern. "Alexander? Who's Alexander?"

Mark answered confidently, "My classmate!"

Carl's face turned even darker. It was as if a first-grader were telling their parents, "Today's homework is to play three hours of a video game." When the parents doubted this, the child would reply, "If you don't believe me, ask Alexander!" And when the parents asked who Alexander was, the child would proudly say, "My classmate!"

Mark pressed on, speaking quickly. "Remember? He's the classmate I had back when I was studying in South Sea. The one I told you about—the guy who ranked first in the province in spiritual aptitude tests three years in a row! There's no time to explain further! Get all the officers and come with me. I'm conducting a full-scale investigation in White Mountain City tonight!"

Carl's expression grew darker with every word, eventually transforming into a deep sigh. He ruffled Mark's hair and said, "Son, I know your mother's passing hit you hard. You've always wanted to strengthen White Mountain City's defenses and do something meaningful for its people. But right now, the citizens are like startled birds. You can't disrupt their lives recklessly."

Mark opened his mouth to protest. "But, Dad, believe me! If you don't believe me, ask Alexander!"

Carl noticed the earnestness in Mark's eyes and grew visibly concerned. For the first time, he gently patted Mark's head and spoke softly. "Son, I admit I've been too strict with you at times. In a few days, once things have calmed down in White Mountain City, I'll take you to the capital or South Sea. We'll have you properly checked out."

Mark's eyes widened in disbelief. "You think I'm mentally ill?"

Carl glared at him, blowing his mustache. "And you think you're perfectly fine?!"

Carl couldn't really be blamed for his reaction. After years of guarding White Mountain City, his son was now telling him it was on the brink of collapse. And this was based on the word of a drag queen and a high school classmate? It sounded absurd, not to mention the logistics. "Do you know how far South Sea is from here? What kind of power would someone need to cross such a distance unnoticed?"

Mark stomped his foot in frustration. "Just wait! When Alexander gets here, he'll explain everything to you!"

At that moment, loud voices and the sound of a scuffle echoed down the corridor. "Deputy Director King, you can't go in! The director is resting!" "Carl Ruffelo! Get out here!" "Carl Ruffelo, open this damn door!"

A short, stocky middle-aged man kicked open the master bedroom door. It was Jonathan Sr., the deputy director of the Security Division.

Carl's voice turned cold. "It's you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Jonathan Sr.'s bloodshot eyes darted around the room, scanning every corner. "Where is he?! Where is that bastard?!"

Carl frowned. "What bastard? Did your wife run off into my room?"

Jonathan Sr.'s face twisted in fury. "Don't play games with me! My son is dead! Hand over the killer!"

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