The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 666

A flash of annoyance crossed Alistair's eyes, but he still made the introduction. "Mr. Zeller, this is Mr. Conan Spade from headquarters, a joint investigator. Given the international implications of this case, they're taking it quite seriously. Conan scoffed at these words. "Mister? Really, Alistair? You're getting soft-since when do we address suspects as 'mister'?"

"How I address people is my business," Alistair shot back. "As long as the investigation is thorough, my manners aren't your concern."

Ignoring the exchange, Conan dropped heavily into the chair across from Felix. "The voice

Felix. recordings and videos from your phone have been authenticated-it's definitely you, No amount of denial will help unless you can provide an alibi, so you'd better come with us right now."

He added with menace, "And if you resist, we're authorized to use lethal force!"

Conan's hostility was crystal clear, but Felix chose not to dwell on it. He replied, "I actually do have an alibi, though I'm unsure if I can reach that person right now."

His mind raced through his contacts, knowing he needed someone influential to back up his story. After all, an ordinary person's words would not be enough.

mockingly. "An alibi from someone we can't contact?

two Wolfie troops members approached. However, they held back from using force, well aware of Alistair

Alistair could not help

you have guests? Though they

a crucial moment, but his initial relief faded when he realized Averill lacked the status

sideways glare. "Who are

from the Wolfie troops, and Felix is a murder suspect. Don't

anger rising at Conan's increasingly hostile attitude. He could tolerate

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Wolfie troops! I thought you were someone untouchable, throwing your

precious junior apprentice wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone kill

"Now you're obstructing justice. You're coming with us too," he said, secretly pleased to have an excuse to approach

"His other senior will be here soon. By then,

revelation, unable to guess which senior apprentice might be arriving with Averill, given