As he left the police station, Xander's expression was very frosty, and as he recalled the absurd things he heard at the station, he took out his phone and made a call.
After several rings, the call was answered, [To what pleasure do I owe this kind of call?]
He snorted as he clenched his fist and responded, "Simon, I'd better not find out that you are the one who did it!"
[Ha, are you high on drugs? What are you talking about?]
"Don't try to pretend? Do you think that I am a fool? If you haven't made Gloria, go over there, she shouldn't be dead right now?"
[You … are you blaming me on that, now?]
Xander took a deep breath as he closed his eyes, veins popping out before opening them, saying coldly, "Simon, have you forgotten the agreement?"
[Haha, what agreement?]
"Don't act like a fool. But anyway, it doesn't matter. Whether you did it or not, I will make sure that you pay for this."
[Don't try to pin this crime on me. Xander, aren't you ashamed?]
