This impregnable layer of aning sent a chill down Charlotte Miller’s spine.
They had detained Joshua Hughes, and it was Atlas Hallow who went to gather information, but nothing conclusive was obtained.
This suggests that if soone is orchestrating this incident, then it involves not only the person who killed George Parker but possibly the police or even higher authorities as well.
This is a strange place, with its own rules that are difficult for outsiders to infiltrate.
And at the sa point in ti, Joshua Hughes and Atlas Hallow arrived together, perhaps indicating that so rules really are about to change.
Atlas Hallow needed to find the most influential person to bail out Joshua Hughes, because such matters are highly unpredictable; there may be those beyond redemption who wouldn’t hesitate to have soone killed in the police station.
Even though Joshua Hughes is formidable, he couldn’t withstand the multitude; just like in the morning, hundreds of police officers surrounded him, and in the end, he was taken away.
Now, Las Vegas seems like a gigantic net, intending to eliminate everyone caught in it.
Currently, Atlas Hallow is not only saving Joshua Hughes, but he is also saving himself.
In the interrogation room, the chief squinted at Joshua Hughes.
The man before him was noble and arrogant, with thin lips pressed tightly together. His firm and defiant chin, perhaps due to anger or being taken early, displayed a faint bluish stubble.
"Joshua Hughes, tell why you killed Tiger Geogre, was it because of business?" The chief’s mustache trembled slightly, calculating how much ti he had.
He was wondering whom Joshua Hughes could call upon to bail him out.
One of the Las Vegas pair was already dead, and the other certainly wouldn’t co to bail him out, and now this awe-inspiring business magnate was in his hands.
If Joshua doesn’t confess within three hours, then he would personally send him to et Tiger Geogre.
Taking the five million, at most, it would just end up as a suspect dying from a heart attack in the police station, leading to his resignation. It wouldn’t be unprecedented.
That five million US dollars was more than enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life, and five million dollars was indeed tempting to him.
"Before my lawyer arrives, I have nothing to say to you." Joshua Hughes remained cold and indifferent, with his lips curled into a disdainful expression fueling the fire of the chief’s heart.
He should kill him first, and then tornt his impossibly beautiful woman.
Actually, he should have soone bring her in right now, as he felt he couldn’t wait any longer...
"Do you think you still have a choice?" The officer’s mouth twisted into a greedy smile. Could this man naively believe he would be given so much ti while on his territory?
If Hughes Clan’s lawyer doesn’t show up before he speaks, then let him leave it for God.
The coffee slled wonderful, with a unique aroma.
The police station’s coffee was the worst to drink, not for taste, but because everyone believed that drinking the coffee here brought terrible luck.
Joshua Hughes didn’t believe such superstitions, but today he wouldn’t drink this cup of coffee.
In the eyes of the man sitting there, the most terrifying greed, desire, and blatant murderous intent were visible.
Indeed, this chief wanted to kill him.
Perhaps only a little extra powder in this cup of coffee would be enough to make him sleep, or cause him to die slowly in an hour or two.
Joshua Hughes’ ink-black eyes looked at the cup of coffee, the brown liquid exuding a lethal scent, but who would this cup of coffee kill?
His seductive lips curved into an even deeper smile...
"Mr. Hughes, have a cup of coffee first; Las Vegas’ coffee is nice." Despite his murderous intent, the chief was still a bit intimidated.
The more they t eyes, the more fearful he felt; the man’s gaze was always unfathomable.
Anyway, he had already offended him, and there was no turning back, so he might as well see him off.
The thing most feared was procrastination, because no matter how big the incident, soone would eventually take responsibility, wouldn’t they?
Moreover, who knew if Hughes Clan’s lawyer could even co?
"There’s never a shortage of people wanting my life, but you’re not even on the list. What interests is how much my life is worth to you for daring to do this," Joshua Hughes stared at the small man with eyes that were like a sandstorm, his voice hoarse and gritty.
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