Extradition.
Confession.
Sentencing.
Luo Xi is planning step by step in her mind.
At this mont.
The director next to her is at a complete loss, pleading? Useless, Luo Xi would never care about her son, plus that damn guy, who actually believes her son is mainly responsible.
No room for negotiation.
Confess.
Imprison one.
Don’t confess, imprison two.
Clearly.
No matter how you calculate it, her son confessing is the best outco. Escape? Not to ntion whether he can escape, if he does, both she and her son would be in big trouble.
"Understood."
Luo Xi nods.
"Can I see Vika?"
"No."
Luo Xi: "..."
Just wanted to complint you, but next mont you’re so ungrateful. Forget it, since there’s a resolution plan, it doesn’t matter if I see him or not, plus, enduring so hardship might temper Vika’s character.
At this ti.
"Director, the extradition request will soon be sent to the General Administration," the man said again.
Director: "..."
Salt in the wound.
Painful.
Take a deep breath.
"I... I will sign promptly and report to the... police departnt." Extradition, their General Administration only has the authority to process it, the police departnt can contact the United States for extradition.
Afterwards.
The two leave the branch office.
Get in the car.
Luo Xi looks at the director.
"You know what to do, right?"
"Yes."
"That’s fine, don’t worry, he will be out soon," Luo Xi says, the most important thing now is to prevent Vika from being sentenced, otherwise, even if we get him out later, the family’s reputation would not be preserved.
"Thank you!"
The director feels bitter.
This ti.
A criminal record won’t be erased; originally, he hoped his son would return from studying abroad and enter the police system. Now it seems there’s no hope, this blemish will follow his son for life.
Erase it?
Ha!
How difficult.
...
"There’s an accomplice?"
All the families are surprised; this case really involves a lot, even dragging the director’s son into it, requiring extradition. But it’s a pity that this great show is about to end.
"Let’s ask them to pause."
"Yes."
This matter.
If Vika is the main culprit.
Then.
Unintentionally leaking it out can relieve so pressure from the branch office, watch the great show. However, with an additional main culprit, the situation reverses, no use in further action, better let it be.
"Thought we had a great show."
"Indeed."
"Be content, getting Vika in was already difficult."
"Yeah."
"..."
Everyone is disappointed but also used to it, over the years, many have wanted to see the Suto Clan’s downfall, yet the family continues to laugh till now, so disappointnt is the norm.
Seeing a show itself is rare.
...
The Suto Clan.
"Bang!"
The old man slams the table, Luo Xi is frightened and trembles.
"Bastard."
"Daring to act so recklessly, as if we’re nonexistent?" Of course, anger aside, the matter still needs resolving, "First, let that kid co back and confess, get Vika out, then deal with him."
"Yes, Father."
Luo Xi responds.
This matter.
Ultimately causes the Suto Clan to lose face.
"Who is the victim?"
"Don’t know."
"You... you..." The old man breathes heavily on his beard, went and couldn’t even find out who the victim is or the situation, really capable, where’s my cane?
"The dossier is still at the branch office, unable to access it."
Luo Xi says weakly.
"Alright."
What else can be said.
The old man puts down the cane, "First solve the current issue."
"Yes."
...
"Clang!"
Branch office.
Vika was imprisoned, clutching the iron gate, looking out, at this mont, he felt... if only he had a mobile phone, this significant mont can’t not be recorded.
"Hey."
Vika shouts to the guard in the distance.
Upon hearing the shout.
The guard turns his head.
"What’s up?"
"A cigarette."
"Don’t have any."
"Hungry."
"It’s not alti yet." Saying this, he ignores Vika, stylishly leaves a back view, disappears from Vika’s sight, which angers Vika, do I have no basic human rights?
Bastard.
Angry.
A kick.
He kicks the iron gate.
"Crash!"
What Vika didn’t expect was that the whole iron door fell.
"..."
Vika’s mouth gaped, I... when did I gain such strength, able to kick down the iron door? Looking at his leg, breathing the ’free’ air, Vika decides.
---Pretend it’s not my doing.
"Shh!"
Whistles.
Next mont.
Several police officers run over, "Are you trying to escape?" Then, without giving Vika a chance to say more, several people rush over, pinning Vika firmly to the ground.
"Snap!"
Handcuffs.
"Painful."
A hand presses his head, pinning his face to the ground, his hand cruelly twisted behind, Vika is now bewildered, shouting, "I wasn’t trying to escape, the door broke on its own."
However.
No one listens.
Soon.
Taken to the interrogation room again.
"Why attempted escape?"
"I didn’t."
"What was that kick?"
"I... just angry, kicked it." Vika’s face still hurts now, his wrist a bit swollen, wanting to cry, what did I do to deserve this, one kick equivalent to kicking my own face.
"Really?"
"Absolutely truthful."
"That door."
"I’ll compensate, tenfold, no, hundredfold, your facilities are a bit outdated, I think they should be upgraded, so when I’m out, I’ll donate a hundred thousand dollars to refurbish the branch office."
Vika quickly promises.
Upon hearing.
The opposite side nods.
"Hmm, seems it’s indeed a misunderstanding."
Then.
Vika is taken back to the detention room.
"Why is it collective?"
Seeing several people inside, Vika doesn’t want to go in.
"The single room door was kicked broken by you, it was the only one." Saying this, regardless of whether Vika wanted or not, directly pushes him in, locks the door, leaves, shouting is useless.
Alright.
Collective it is.
Turns around.
Vika looks at five n, frowning, these people are at the bottom of society, dirty, with a strange sll, Vika fans his nose, trying to find a place to sit.
Scan around.
"You, move over."
He approaches a person, the place where that person sits is against the wall, with light shining in. Towards these people, Vika’s sense of superiority bursts, being able to stay in the sa room as is your blessing.
Humph!
So slly.
However.
This sense of superiority didn’t last three seconds.
"Slap!"
A shadow flashed, Vika was slapped into confusion, slamd against the wall, then fell to the ground, face swollen, a sweetness in the mouth, coming to his senses, Vika couldn’t help but scream, "You low..."
Didn’t finish.
"Bang!"
"Slap!"
"Ouch."
"Ah!"
"Don’t."
"..."
Without negotiation, Vika was welcod by a barrage of punches and kicks, a minute later, "What are you doing, stop, no hitting allowed." Vika hears the angelic call.
Sob sob!
My handso face, flowing hair, gone.
So painful.
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