After doing all this, he looked down at the lawyer curled up on the ground, "Trash, you think you deserve respect? Let me tell you, before I put on this police uniform, when I was a soldier fighting bandits at the border, people who talk as much crap as you—I'd shove them into a cannon and blast them to the sky. Talk back to me? Pah!"
These words, brimming with thug-like aura, completely suppressed the scene.
The other lawyer brought by Cesar Torres was already scared pale, tightly keeping his mouth shut, not daring to utter a single word.
I'm a lawyer, not a mage.
A mage would howl when faced with a close combat warrior.
Schultz only then turned his head, staring dead at Cesar Torres, squinting his eyes, "You say I'm framing you? Heh, if I really wanted to frame you, with the crap happening in your casino, do you think you'd still be standing here talking to me unscathed? You and your entire family would have been feeding fish in some gutter long ago!"
