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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.

and swollen, but his gaze was wicked, giving the impression that

facial features, he protested to the police officer. "Officer Larsen, even if you want to assign me a 'roommate,' can't you find someone who speaks

The man's name was Hoffman, and he was a regular at the police station who frequently got

yourself and stay quiet. If you cause any trouble, don't blame us

from the underworld. Half of the time, he was brought into the police station was because

If he did not get along with someone in the same detention cell, he would provoke them into a

of dealing with such trivial matters and placed Hoffman in a separate

had no choice but to lock Amur up with him. There were no available empty

together with those two Russians would be a major

the police left, he suppressed his smile and scrutinized

had the advantage in height. Hoffman observed the taller man without a trace of fear in

may appear towering, but that did not mean

what did you do to end up

against the wall, and recalled what had happened just now. As he followed the police here, he saw Alexsei and Kazimir, and they saw him

knew that

if they

though they came from the same place, Amur did not feel

Island of Despair, anyone could face such a fate. One would be devoured

kick right on Amur when he remained

the kick landed, Hoffman met Amur's gaze

this man's eyes compared to the underworld bosses he had

It was terrifying!

could he be afraid

a scenario he had not

him, Hoffman was not afraid at all. They were in a police station.