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The police officer ignored him and said to his colleague, "Look, he speaks fluent English."

Then, he said to Amur with a stern expression on his face, "Do you think this is self-defense? You almost beat that person to a pulp. Come on in and cooperate with us for your statement."

Amur did not seem to care. In the interrogation room, two police officers took turns questioning him about what had happened. He had already prepared his statement and did not admit to assaulting anyone, insisting that it was self-defense.

The police officers questioned him for over an hour, but Amur only maintained his stance of acting in self-defense. There was nothing they could do about it.

Furthermore, Amur did not request a lawyer.

"Lock him up first," said one of the police officers. He thought that detaining someone like him, a foreigner, behind bars for a little while would make him cooperate. They had other matters to attend to, and they could not waste all their time on an inconclusive interrogation. "We'll wait for updates from the hospital."

"Alright. Should we put him in the same cell as those two Russians?" asked another officer.

A shadow of gloom flashed through Amur's lowered gaze as he heard that.

Abel had assigned him to personally deal with those two individuals. If he did not enter the police station, there was no way he could do it. He had no choice but to resort to beating up two ruffians who were harassing women on the street.

He knew how to strike with just the right force. Even though the injuries on the ruffians appeared severe, a closer examination at the hospital would reveal that they were not life-threatening, and they only lost some blood.

This way, he would be able to enter the station and get out of it quickly, accomplishing Abel's assigned task.

"I don't think that's a good idea. They're convicted felons. I'm afraid this kid might suffer if we put him in the same cell. Let's place him in the cell where the other person who came in for a fight is," replied the police officer. Deep down in his heart, someone who possessed firearms and explosives was much more terrifying than Amur, and the circumstances were more severe.

"Okay," the other officer agreed. After all, there were many people who caused trouble. The police station did not have any vacant single cells anymore.

Amur was locked up inside.

As soon as he entered, he exchanged glances with another man.

swollen, but his gaze was wicked, giving

Noticing Amur's ethnic facial features, he protested to the police officer. "Officer Larsen, even if you want to assign me a 'roommate,'

was Hoffman, and he was a regular at the police station who frequently got brought in

better behave yourself and stay quiet. If you cause any trouble, don't blame us for not playing nice," said Larsen, fearing that Hoffman would start

station was because of his involvement in fights. As for the other half, he

Hoffman was not well-behaved at the police station. If he did not get along with

got tired of dealing with such trivial matters and placed Hoffman in a

up with him. There were no available

together with those two Russians would

Once the police left, he suppressed his smile

the taller man without a trace

did not mean he would be tougher in a

asked, "Kid, what did you

what had happened just now. As he followed the police here, he saw

that time

fate was sealed with death if they could

did not

of Despair, anyone could face such a fate. One would be devoured if one was not

could not help but land a solid kick right on Amur

Hoffman met Amur's gaze and felt a tremor

deeper level of darkness in this man's

It was terrifying!

secretly cursed himself. How could he

a scenario he had

was not afraid at all. They were in a police station. Could Amur really