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Police station.

A man that lowered his head was sitting on a shabby bed in the police cell. His life these days were a nightmare. It'd be a joke if the news spread that the heir of the Typica Family was imprisoned here.

Suddenly, the door of the detention room was opened. The man quietly looked at the policeman entering. He couldn't remember that how many times he called him.

"You can leave." The policeman lightly said.

The man was stunned, and suddenly stood up from the bed, surprisingly saying, "Really? Is someone coming to pick me up?"

"Pick you up? Who will?" The policeman shrugged, "Just because the real thief has been caught. Well, don't talk nonsense, get out here! Don't occupy our place."

The man suddenly got angry, "You've arrested the wrong person, how dare you!"

But he had to stop talking at once because the policeman knocked the door hard with the baton, "If you want to stay here, I'm glad to shut the door again."

"Wait! I, I'm going now."