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Shane's expression froze.

The redness on his left cheek did not affect his good-looking appearance.

He looked similar to Anthony, with the color of their pupils being the biggest difference.

Anthony's blue eyes were like starry gemstones, rendering people feel that he was an exotic prince. He was exquisitely handsome, both in righteous and evil way.

Shane's pupils were dark brown. He looked sharp, handsand righteous.

But it was his appearance that made people have the illusion of justice.

He laughed like a madman and didn't answer the question, "A loss is a loss. High-order Prison is the kind of place where I'll go crazy if | need to stay there for the rest of my life. Malcolm, just kill me." "Do you want to die so badly?" Malcolm let go of his collar and took a wet tissue to wipe his hands haughtily.

"This is not your choice. The charge of matricide is not light. If you refuse to confess, | will find it out. If you really did it, even if you have to be executes by shooting, before that, | want you to live worse than death once." Shane's smile gradually froze, "You are still so ruthless. | have been the deputy director and your subordinate for so many years.

Even without achievements, | can still be recognized for my diligence. But you can't even bear to fulfill my wish." "Thickheaded." Malcolm sneered, "How many times do you want to pulldown and take my position over the years? If you have the strength then, but you don't, | only discipline you every time. For the sake that | personally taught you, | have done enough to indulge you, but you're so greedy. You have only yourself to blame." He waved his hand and the soldiers outside the door immediately cin carrying a bucket of water.

The water was soaked with five canes. The canes were smooth and had absorbed enough water. Apparently. They were long prepared for Shane.

"I'll recount your crimes one by one. For the penthouse key, you beat Anthony and broke two canes. He asked to return five to you, so let's start with that." Two more uniformed soldiers cin from outside and quickly untied Shane. Then they tied his hands behind his back, with the rope attached to a lifting hook, which hoisted Shane up by his hands with his toes touching the ground.

Another soldier, who was next to him, held up a cane, raised it high and made a full effort.

Whoosh- The rattling sound of the cane drawn to his body was crisp and appalling.

Shane furrowed his eyebrows slightly and suffered without a word.

Malcolm's dark at chilly eyes looked at him quietly, without any emotions.

In the interrogation room, the sound of cane kept ringing, but Shane laughed out loud.

"Mr. Malcolm, Anthony is not as simple as he seems. He put you in such a bad way before. This the helped you, but next tit's not sure.” Malcolm listened quietly, without any expression on his face, turned around and walked away.

"| fell from the power. For the position vacant of patriarch, you must not help him. Power is like poison. One can not touch it.

Once have it, he will be addicted.” "Maybe, Anthony will beca second me. I'll wait and see.” "I'm not a good person, and he is the same. If you help him get the power, you will, for sure, regret it!" The sound of Shane's loud laughter continued to cout until Malcolm cout of the interrogation room.

Shane kept blaming Anthony over and over again, with the intention of pulling each other down even if he was going to die.

With the soundproof iron door closed, the surrounding only gradually quieted down, no longer with those disturbing noises.

Malcolm walked down the long corridor of the interrogation room without looking sideways.

Passing by the room where Anthony was being held, he stopped and looked at the door. He did not choose to push it in, but simply left.

Mrs. Callahan's death was not easy to investigate.

Despite that the Callahan Residence's backyard was filled with glass tubes, which were all dug out, he still could not find the similar poison, and Shane refused to account for it.

He struggled, tried to save Shane, but to no avail. Shane had completely given up and was determined to die.

Malcolm had convicted him of matricide because he did have imprisoned Caitlin and hypnotized her.

Because the person whose behavior was controlled by hypnosis was unable to think and do anything on their own, and only listened to the commands of the one who hypnotized.

Whether Caitlin killed herself by injecting poison, or Shane deliberately murdered her deliberately, Shane could not get away with it.

After all the evidence was compiled, Chad was instructed to submit it.

In the meantime, Shane's position as the deputy director was stepped down. The president position of Callahan Group was voted out by the board of directors, and the patriarch of the Callahan family was left vacant.

Many Callahans had cback from the neighbor cities as well as from abroad, and the Callahan family was about to be in a crisis of power.

Shane's incident, with Keith adding fuel to the fire, was on headlines which remained the trending topic. And Shane becthe number one offender of public abuse online.

Squeak- The large metal door to the secret interrogation room opened and Anthony, dressed in thin clothing, slowly walked out.

Because it was in the countryside, the sunlight fell sporadically on him through the trees, bringing a sill-like warmth.

He reached out, caught the piece of sporadic light. His blue eyes looked deep.

Chad had his arms crossed leisurely. Seeing that Anthony was actually smiling and missed the feeling of freedom, Chad could not help but taunt him, "Anthony, Mr. Malcolm investigates the case so quickly. You only live in the interrogation room a few days.

Why you makefeel like you have lived there for years? Do you have to be so exaggerated?” Anthony: "It's true that it's only been a few days, but these days are like years. I've been on tenterhooks. Now that the incident is almost over. | feel a lot more secure in my heart." "That's quite sincere." Chad walked towards him and took out a pack of good cigarette from his pocket.

"Do you want one? My precious cigarettes are not easily handed out to someone else. You are lucky." His tone was haughty and he sneered.

Chad was an arrogant man most of the time, except in front of Malcolm.

Anthony smiled lightly and took it, "Thanks, | never thought I'd be honored to have Captain of NIB Team 4 personally light a cigarette in my lifetime." "l am generous. Let bygone be bygone, but | can tell you clearly, Lyra and my brother's relationship is very stable. Don't make a trouble. | can personally send you to the interrogation room, and also send you back again.” Chad held a cigarette in his mouth, puffing in an extraordinarily magnanimous manner.

Anthony's long eyelashes dropped, covering the deep blue eyes. His tone was casual, "Of course | won't make any troubles. I'm going to be the godfather of their babies. | will prepare sgifts in a couple of days to visit my little Spencer and Momo." "Good for you for figuring it out.” Chad finished his cigarette quickly and his military boots lifted up to crush the butt and extinguishing the spark.

"Go on, go back to the bureau and sign a form so you can back home." "There's no rush." Anthony refused, "In two days Shane will be transferred out of the interrogation room and sent to judicial trial. He's my brother after all. Before leaving, | want to see him again alone. Can you doa favor?" Chad: "Just see him?" Anthony nodded: "Don't worry. He's culpable of the punishment. I'm not going to insult him again. Just chat with him before we say goodbye." Chad looked at his watch, "OK, | won't send anyone to guard. I'll wait for you at the door. Be quick, half an hour at the most." MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1