Anthony listened carefully and shook his head, "No need to send a military doctor. It is easy to cause Shane suspicion. Anyway, they're some superficial wounds. I'll endure them a few days. When I'm free from the interrogation room, I will properly medicated them."
He was quite insistent. After all, he was a man who had experienced many hard training. He was not so much weak, so Malcolm did not force.
"Okay, I'll leave a medical kit. Medicate any wounds you can reach."
Anthony nodded his head.
Thinking of Lyra, he narrowed his blue eyes and asked in a low voice, "About coming to my rescue, did Rara ask you to come?"
Malcolm looked at him askance, "No, she's tired and resting at home. She doesn't know about you yet."
"She's tired? Is it something wrong with her body?" Anthony gazed eagerly.
Malcolm frowned and stared at him in a good-natured manner, "Not sick. It's a private matter between husband and wife. Are you asking about that too?"
Anthony seemed to understand, and lowered his eyes grimly, tightening his palms.
"Malcolm, over the past year, you have... How are you doing?"
"Very well." Malcolm was succinct.
Chad added, "He gave his entire properties for Lyra, made her the richest in the country. He has never once let Lyra cook since they got married. Because Lyra likes the world for two, he didn't hire a servant."
"There was a time when he was doing housework, cooking, taking care of the babies and taking care of Lyra to recuperate. In his free time, he also had to deal with White Corp and the National Investigation Bureau's business. For several days and nights, he slept a little. He did all the work at home. Lyra thought it was too tiring so she hired a nanny to take care of the babies.
Chad tut-tutted twice about it, "I really admire him. If it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do such a thorough job for the rest of my life."
Anthony listened quietly, and felt much relieved.
"That sounds great. Since you snatched her from me, you have to treat her well for the rest of your life. If in the future, you dare to break her heart, I will do whatever I can to snatch her back."
With his words, Malcolm went cold and snorted, "There is never such an assumption. Besides, she is my woman from start to finish. It was you who tried to steal her from me once."
The two men looked at each other.
Although there was no longer the old tit-for-tat, both looked very mighty. No one spoke. It seemed that each had something on their minds.
Feeling that the atmosphere in the car gradually became awkward, Chad lightly cleared his throat, "We ... we have arrived at the interrogation room."
The secret interrogation room, which was on the outskirts of Suham, was very secluded.
Chad re-cuffed Anthony and tugged him out of the car by the arm.
Malcolm, on the other hand, straightened his military uniform collar and walked slowly down the armed vehicle.
Captain of NIB Team 9, Levi Holder, with a few close soldiers, waited fifty meters away from the interrogation room in advance.
The moment when Chad saw him, Chad's hand of movement, from holding Anthony's arm, turned into dragging brutally.
"Anthony, you son of bitch. Still dare to bite me? Today I'll let you relive the felony gift package. I'll flay your skin!"
Anthony's eyes looked cold. Although he was weak, his attitude was not subservient. His nature was extremely tough.
After Levi saw the three, he jogged up in hurry and bent towards Malcolm respectfully, "Hi, Mr. Malcolm."
He froze for two seconds, and felt a little empty in his hands, which made himself oddly embarrassed, so he took out a pack of cigarette from his trouser pocket, opened it, and took it to Malcolm with both hands.
"It is rare for you to arrest criminal personally. You have a long day. Do you want to have one?"
Malcolm looked at him, didn't answer, but asked coldly, "What are you doing here? Why not do the Bureau's business?"
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