Meanwhile, in Alberesque.
At the Alberesque military district, Alan and his subordinates were interrogating the Eighteen Riders throughout the night within the walls of the Security Department.
Alan squinted at Jack and his men, saying icily, “Let me repeat. Two days ago, did you injure and kill innocent civilians at the Celestial Club and break my nephew, Ceaser Goldstein's leg?”
Jack replied monotonously, “I've told you many times, we are soldiers from the North, and you're from the Security Department in the South.
“You don't have the authority to arrest us, let alone interrogate us.”
“how insolent!” Alan bellowed.
“We at the Security Department are in charge of soldiers who violate the law. Now, all you need to do is answer my question with a simple yes or no.
Jack remained unfazed. “If we are suspected of violating the law, then the North Army's Security Department will be the one to interrogate us, not you...”
Bang!
Alan struck the table heavily, causing the cups to rattle.
He glared at Jack and the rest with a face that had turned ashen with fury, uttering in a stern tone, “What does it matter if I'm from the North or the South Army's Security Department? Since you're suspected of violating the law, then you fall under my jurisdiction!
“Now answer my question. This is an order!”
Alan's rank was higher than the Eighteen Riders, and at the end of the day, he was still an officer in the South Army's Security Department.
Jack had no choice but to answer, “We were indeed on a mission at the Celestial Club two days ago...”
Alan roared angrily, “You injured my nephew and so many people along with him, and you have the audacity to say that you were there on a mission? Who gave you the orders to do this?
Huh?”
Jack and his comrades exchanged glances and did not say a word.
The General was the one who ordered them to do this, but they couldn't very well expose their own General!
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