Chapter 52

After arranging his stuff, Kai thoughts went to the robber.

And without wasting anymore time he entered the dimly lit interrogation room, his presence commanding the space even before he spoke a word.

The four robbers sat handcuffed to the metal table, their expressions a mixture of defiance and unease. The air was thick with tension, and the faint hum of the overhead light seemed to amplify the silence.

At that moment Kai casually pulled out a chair and sat down, his eyes scanning each of them with calculated calm.

"So,"

he began, his tone almost conversational, "ready to talk?"

One of the men, the self-proclaimed leader of the group, leaned back in his chair, his smirk full of bravado.

"We're not saying a damn thing until we see our lawyer,"

he said, his voice laced with arrogance. The others nodded in agreement, clearly emboldened by their ringleader.