Killing Spree

In the morning, Kieran was sitting in the parlor in Lander's mansion, looking at a visitor.

It was a middle-aged man with thick hands. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and mouth did not match his actual age, probably because he kept smiling.

In fact, since the moment he met with Kieran, his smile never dropped.

If it wasn't for his introduction as a police officer, Kieran would take him as a businessman.

The man did not possess the stern manner of any police officer Kieran knew. Even though the person before him in his position was Calkin, the worst police officer in the city, he was serious in his speech and manner.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir 2567!"

The new chief officer, Roshen, took a slight bow and said with a face full of smiles.

Not only was his tone courteous, it also had a sense of inferiority between the lines.

Kieran clearly had felt that inferiority, meaning the chief office was there to ask for his help.