5 Police Station  

TYH2 005

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Since the beginning of human history, who believe in the gift of the Creator, everything that is born and lives on earth must have a purpose in life. Everyone there who denies or accepts it gracefully does so.

That's what Vin does.

Sitting in front of a slanted-eyed detective who more than an hour ago kept asking Vin a lot of questions. No words came out of Vin's mouth. The teenage boy, who was no more than seventeen years old, did not dare to make a sound.

"Policeman, he is just an orphan who happened to be at the wrong place and time. Please let him go, "persuaded the Old Man beside Vin.

Until a few moments ago, when they managed to find Bono's body which had been completely mutilated into several pieces. Even Vera almost fainted when she saw it. Not to mention that Bono's death had reached the Black Organization that housed him.

The old man could only endure the tragic death of his only son with muffled tears. But the Old Man also couldn't blame Vin for not being able to control his power because of Bono's provocation.

The old man understood very well how difficult the lives of the two brothers were. Living with limitations and poverty. They have no one because the family has abandoned them. Get away from responsibility.

Just like the Old Man when he released Bono to the Black Organization.

Poor old man. The old man, who was dissolved in sadness was left by his beloved wife. Because they were accidentally strangled to death by their biological child. Bono, the horned masked villain, is back.

"If you remain silent and don't explain to us how you mutilated the victim, then we will not release you. The detective glared at Vin. "Hey, young man, the sooner you speak, the lighter the punishment will be." growled the detective, glaring at Vin.

How could the cop not be upset? After receiving a bribe from the Black Organization to immediately punish the killer of one of their best executioners mercilessly. The Black Organization also didn't care if it was a child or an old man who did it.

The Black Organization has the principle of 'an eye for an eye, a hand for a hand'.

Meanwhile, Vin could only remain silent because he knew very well that whatever he was about to say would not change the situation. Precisely what Vin is worried about is Vera's safety in the future. What would happen to Vera if she was imprisoned for life?

"Mr. Police, please listen..." the Old Man coaxed for the umpteenth time.

"Old Man, don't interfere with the police investigation. Isn't the victim your biological child? Why would an old man like you even defend the killer?" The detective said the detective was increasingly furious.

In short, they were able to process cases without the hassle of this kind. The problem is the media spotlight that relentlessly reports on the incident excessively. Something that would normally be taken for granted in earlier days.

Not if a boy no more than seventeen years old who had dropped out of school and looked very ordinary could suddenly kill the best executioner of the legendary Black Organization?

Maybe only blind and deaf people will not know the latest crime news in a city that is in the midst of a humanitarian crisis. The Forbidden City is a metropolitan city where the gap between social classes is very high and disturbing.

Anything will be done with the money. The king of kings in the Forbidden City is money and money and money. There is no other.

"You're the police, aren't you? You should protect the people and not force them to admit what they didn't do, "snarled the Old Man, getting annoyed.

Even though the Old Man's heart felt like it was being sliced into pieces when he said that, the Old Man persisted because Vin and Vera needed protection more than insults. The two brothers are just victims of deep-rooted social inequality in the Forbidden City.

"In that case, is your son Bono not a citizen of this town? Why should an old man like you defend your son's killer?" The cop was even more annoyed.

The policeman was tired too. The interrogation process was tough and seemed to run in place. Not to mention requests from the family who do not want the suspect to be prosecuted for reasons of being underage.

Even though the cop had some pity for Vin, there was nothing he could do about it. Compassion cannot feed your wife and children. That was also the reason why the police in the Forbidden City favored those who gave them a lot of money.

"That is not true," the old man said, perplexed. The Old Man couldn't finish his speech because it would be vain. The police won't want to hear all the excuses from him again.

A few moments later.

A man about thirty-five years old walked into the police station for the southern area of the Forbidden City. The place where they're holding Vin.

Wearing a black formal suit, sunglasses, and shiny black shoes. A tote briefcase made of genuine snakeskin was in his left hand. While his right hand is busy playing the cellphone and calling someone who seems quite important.

"Sure, I've taken care of it. One thing about the transfer process is that it takes some bold approaches. Can you bear it?" said the man in the Black Suit solemnly to the person he was speaking to.

It wasn't until three or five minutes later that the Man in Black finally nodded a few times before hanging up the phone. Then his eyes fell on Vin, who kept looking down.

The man in the black suit walked over to Vin. Tapping Vin's shoulder to make Vin lookup as a reflex. With a confused look and a pale face, Vin met the man in the black suit.

"Hello, my name is Hojo. From now on, I am your lawyer, and I will free you from this place. So Vin, can I see your ID card?" said the man in the black suit calmly.

The man in the black suit named Hojo took a chair and sat beside Vin to face the tired policeman in front of Vin. He smiled wryly for a moment before turning sour again.

"So, how many millions did they offer you to make this snotty brat hold you in prison for life? If the amount is too small, I can add more, and you just need to free this kid and delete everything related to this case. Interesting, right? " "said Hojo, smiling broadly." A cold and intimidating smile.

-TBC-

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