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.

can't contact? Do you think we're idiots?

his command, two Wolfie troops members approached. However, they held back from using force, well aware of Alistair and Felix's

even Alistair could not help

"Felix, you have guests? Though

such a crucial moment, but his initial relief faded when he realized Averill lacked the status needed to provide a credible alibi.

never one to back down, shot him a sideways glare. "Who are you people to barge

by Averill's beauty, Conan stayed focused on his mission. "We're from the Wolfie troops, and Felix is a murder suspect. Don't interfere, or we'll arrest you

felt his anger rising at Conan's increasingly hostile attitude. He could tolerate it directed at himself, but not at his

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thought you were someone untouchable, throwing your weight

wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone kill someone. Did you even

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

Felix," Averill warned. "His other senior will be here soon. By then, it'll be too late for

which senior apprentice might be arriving with Averill, given how recently he