Chapter 696: Can’t hide under the rug
Despite Hugo’s doubts about Allen’s innocence—because the evidence was as clear as day—he wanted to believe in his brother. Not just because Atlas was his brother and someone Hugo respected deeply, but because Atlas had a point.
Whatever happened and why Allen ended up in such a critical situation must be something more than what the evidence was presenting. Just like what Charles told them, certain people in the world could twist the truth however they liked.
Hugo didn’t want to accept everything laid before him without exhausting all his resources to find out the truth.
Pulling up in front of a bar, Hugo put his foot down to balance his motorbike. He gazed at the entrance of the establishment through the visor of his helmet, sighing heavily.
’I don’t like going in here,’he thought. ’But... I guess I should give it a shot.’
With that thought in mind, Hugo drove again and parked his motorbike before heading straight to the entrance. He only glanced at the bouncer before the latter stepped aside, giving way to him without a word.
"And what poison..." the bartender trailed off as he turned to face the newcomer sitting on the stool, only to see a familiar face. He smiled kindly. "It’s been a while, sir. The regular?"
Hugo nodded. "Yes, the regular."
"Coming right up." The bartender nodded and made Hugo the same drink he used to order at this bar. After just a minute, he placed the glass over a tissue, smiling. "Enjoy."
"Thank you." Hugo casually picked up the glass and drank it in one go, wincing a bit as the heat traveled down his throat, straight to his chest. But when he placed the glass down, the tissue was no longer there. "That hits the spot."