Chapter 4 Was this guy flirting with him?

"Uh…." Wade was speechless. Was this guy flirting with him?

Mark came to his side and nudged Wade from behind, reminding him of their mission. 

"Thank you for saving my friend. We need to go. It's very late," Mark made up an excuse and tried to signal to Wade with his eyes. Something was wrong. 

Wade took heed of it and thanked the man again before heading to the door. 

"You're welcome. Come back again next time. What's your name?" The man asked, his eyes scanning Wade up and down lazily. 

"Wade," 

"Wade…." The way his name sounded off this mysterious man's lips sent a tingle up Wade's body. 

"Nice name. I could say it all day," the man chuckled, his dark eyes gazing at him intensely.

Wade laughed awkwardly. No one had ever said such a thing to him. This man was probably just fooling around with him. 

Once they were out, Wade asked Mark about his findings. 

"The whole bar is creeping with crazy criminals. We were lucky we didn't get killed! That cute girl said she saw Edward Mattson four days ago. She overheard their conversation, it seems to be about some business… or what. Oh yes! She heard them mention the name Vincenzo Luciano,"

"Vincenzo Luciano," Wade said that name and immediately he thought of that man back there who helped him. 

Hmm…. This name sounded a bit familiar. 

"The contact didn't show up. What should we do?" Mark asked worriedly.

"He did," Wade strode towards the car. 

"What?! I didn't see him or her at all!" Mark was surprised. The whole night he didn't see anything but trouble! He was very worried that the contact's identity would get revealed. 

"The one who bumped into me. He gave me this," Wade sat in the car and showed him a piece of folded white paper. 

When that person bumped into Wade, a paper was pushed into his palm. Wade noticed it and quickly hid it in his clothes. That was when the tattooed man grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up so he didn't have time to react.

"What does it say?" Mark was extremely curious. Wade stepped on the accelerator, passed the paper to mark. The car sped away from Castello.

"Meet on the rooftop, tomorrow night," Mark read. 

The handwriting was badly written with capital letters mixed with small letters, crooked and slanted as if the person was a child learning how to write.

"What rooftop? Which?" Mark was naturally a careful and meticulous person so he questioned its authenticity.

"How would I know?" Wade grabbed it back and stuffed it into his coat. "Let's found out where," 

"We only have 24 hours. Is this contact fooling around with us? This person is not specific with us," Mark took out his phone and started to text their hacker Mr. X to search for buildings with rooftops. 

"Let's see what we can find," Wade dropped Mark off and returned to his apartment. 

At home, Wade poured himself some coffee and sat down on the couch. He exhaled slowly, feeling exhausted from running around without any proper rest. He closed his eyes, trying to sort all the clues they've gotten in his mind. 

But somehow, he couldn't think of the clues. Instead it was that man's face that appeared in his mind. 

"What the hell? Why am I thinking about a guy whom I only met for five minutes? He's not even my father," Wade mumbled. He wanted to smack himself on the forehead. 

He opened his eyes, squinted in the distance and then shut them again to keep his mind away from wandering thoughts. As he shut his eyes, the man's face appeared again. 

That man was definitely somebody. If not, why would the others run away when they saw him? 

Finally, unable to rest, Wade got up and decided to look at the clues he had placed on the wall. Perhaps after looking at the clues he would be able to think better. 

Wade unfolded the piece of paper the contact left and read it again. 

"Tomorrow night?" He wondered. "Rooftop?"

Something crossed his mind at that moment! Wade hurriedly took out his laptop and began typing on the keyboard furiously. 

A collage of photos leaped onto the screen. These were photos of Edward Mattson whenever he went to give a speech or attend a business conference. 

Some of these were photos taken from the CCTV cameras before he went missing. 

Then he zoomed in on one footage, checking the time length of that clip. 

Edward Mattson spent two hours in the nightclub before he went missing. What did he do for two hours? 

It definitely wasn't for a simple drink or hanging out with girls. Why Castello? There were many nightclubs and bars out there. Why did it have to be the place where criminals hung out?

If only he could get the camera footages from the nightclub, then things would be easier!

Hmm… How about he go back to the nightclub again? 

At 2 am, Wade snuck back to the nightclub alone. He wore a cap over his head and a mask. The skies were still dark so he used the cover of the night to avoid the cameras and people. 

He went around to the back door and slipped through it. He came up behind a waiter and knocked him out, stealing his uniform. Then he stuffed the waiter's mouth with a rag and tied him up. 

"Sorry. I have to make sure you keep quiet, okay?" Wade said unapologetically to the young lad who was struggling on the ground.

The nightclub had three floors. So far, Wade has only been to the first floor where most people gather.

It was said that the top floor was only for the VVIPs. Normal people weren't given access to it. To enter, one must have a special card. 

Someone with a high status like Edward Mattson would surely go to the top floor. 

Wade climbed the stairs to the highest floor. Loud music with bass vibrated throughout the place. He saw a large room at one end, full of life with laughter and people. 

He walked into the room, keeping his head down as he took a quick glance at the people. All were top figures in the business industry. Wade could recognize some of their faces as they had appeared in a business magazine he had seen before. 

Stealthily, Wade made his way to one side of the bar and pretended to busy himself with some empty glasses. He glanced at one man who was sitting comfortably on a luxurious couch, hugging a girl in his arms. 

Isn't that John Brandon, CEO of Brandon Group, a company that claims they only sell guns and weapons to righteous people? What is he doing in a place like this? 

"Sneaking around like that won't get you anywhere," A low, dangerous voice spoke next to his ears.