Chapter 182 Creedy’s tangle

An Nuo now has a guess.

A terrible guess.

So he was in a bad mood, and his anger and irritability appeared unusually on him.

Therefore, although his body did not move, the words on his lips became more and more cruel.

"My friend, you should know my identity." His voice rang in the ears of the person in charge, "Do what I ask you to do, otherwise..."

Of course the person in charge knew the name Lawrence.

One of the most famous artists in Florence in recent years, he not only has a lot of money, but also has a close relationship with the city lord Lorenzo.

Therefore, the person in charge at this time was covered in cold sweat, his eyes were a little frightened, and he did not dare to look at Annuo next to him.

Annuo didn't wait for the person in charge to answer, just handed him his wallet, then turned and left.

Creedy was still waiting for Annuo at the door, his back already soaked with sweat.

When Annuo saw Credy, he instantly put on a smile: "Let's go, senior brother Credy."

Although Credi saw Lawrence smiling, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar: "Ah, well, Leonardo will definitely be saved, right, Lawrence."

"Yes, Senior Brother Creedy, Leonardo will definitely be saved." Annuo smiled gently and quietly.

The two walked out of this place and went their separate ways.

Anno rushed back to Verrocchio's studio without stopping.

Annuo visited all the studios Suwalt had worked with that night, and was still screening to see if they were the work of competitors.

But he never expected that there would be a mole in Verrocchio's studio.

But there is not enough evidence yet, and Annuo will not tell it.

An Nuo clenched his hands tightly, and the bags under his eyes reappeared, flashing fiercely.

...

Creedy returned to his home.

How to do how to do.

That bastard Lawrence won't find out.

What did they say when they lowered their heads? Did the bastard in charge report me?

Creedy held his head, sweat dripping from his nose to the ground.

No problem, no problem.

That guy Suwalt will definitely do it beautifully.

I can't panic, I can't panic.

Creedy kept telling himself.

He took a few deep breaths and his eyes calmed down again.

There's no turning back now, if that guy Lawrence does find out.

Creedy gritted his teeth.

These damn...geniuses!

...

"Hello, Mr. Ludovic." Anno returned to Verrocchio's office and saw a middle-aged man with a beard chatting with Verrocchio, so he took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello, distinguished Mr. Lawrence." Ludovic and Annuo shook hands briefly, "I heard from Mr. Verrocchio, do you want to see me?"

"Yes." Anno pulled a chair over and looked at the middle-aged uncle-like lawyer, "I have some information to share with you about Leonardo's case."

"Tell me about it." Ludovic is a veteran lawyer and is quite confident about Da Vinci's case, but wouldn't it be better if there was more information?

Anno shared the information he obtained with Ludovic.

Ludovic's face was dark.

"One more thing, Mr. Ludovic." Annuo shook his finger, "I think we can find time to meet Suatel's brother."

"I believe that he should know very well about his brother's current situation." Annuo said with a fascinated smile, "According to the information I have learned, this Mr. Manlio is often domestically abused by his brother. .”