"Name!"
"I'm not a criminal! You're violating my human rights! I want to see a lawyer!"
In the dim interrogation room, a middle-aged man frantically looked toward the light in front of him. He attempted to stand up several times, but since his hands were cuffed to the welded seat, he could only roar at the light!
"Human rights?" Dean, legs propped up on his chair, said languidly, "Harry, show Mr. Haver the paperwork. As a detective chief dedicated to protecting citizens, we value your human rights and freedom above all else."
Haver was the father of the missing Azak and the male half of the charlatan couple. His wife had already been taken to the hospital for treatment. As for him, he had been brought to the Central Division's interrogation room. This place was much more rudimentary than the Detective Bureau's interrogation rooms, but it also lacked many of the procedural hassles. Here, Dean was the boss. His word was law!
