"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, or you should know the consequences."
With a crisp sound of fingertips on the desk, the meeting room was instantly silent.
Jack was waiting for a result quietly. Although the result was just as he expected, he wanted to see what his narcissistic brother could think of.
"Someone accused you of murder."
The policeman said seriously. Although he didn't believe it, it was not as simple as he thought.
"Where is that man?"
asked Jack coldly, with a bloodthirsty look in his deep eyes.
In fact, he knew who charged him, and he also knew who was behind it.
Someone would pay for this.
"Bring him in!"
The police shouted at the door of the meeting room. The voice was loud, and two men came in with a person.
This man did not raise his eyes from beginning to end. Perhaps in others' eyes, he was afraid, but in the eyes of Jack, he was guilty.
"It's you who said Mr. Jack murdered?"
The policeman asked coldly as usual.
When the man entered the meeting room, he knew that Jack was here. He was so scared that his legs became weak. He didn't dare to make a sound and could only nod.
"Raise your head."
Compared with the police's voice, the tone of Jack was even colder.
It was as if it had come from another space and time, through centuries, through the South Pole and the North Pole, with that mysterious and ruthless force.
Hearing the voice of Jack, the man quickly raised his head, but did not dare to look straight into his eyes.
Yes, he felt guilty!
Jack looked at the familiar face, a hint of disappointment flashed through his eyes, but more hatred was revealed.
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