“Cough, please be silent.
“Sean Lennon, where were you from 11 pm to 12 am yesterday?”
A middle-aged man asked Sean.
“Excel Casino.”
Sean answered truthfully.
“What were you doing there?”
The middle-aged man continued to ask without giving Sean any extra time to think.
“I want more money to spend, so I was there to try my luck.”
Sean answered so smoothly without an ounce of hesitation.
“Excel Casino was closed yesterday. What luck were you trying, then?”
The middle-aged man frowned as he asked once more.
“That’s why I went back.”
Sean was still answering nonchalantly.
The middle-aged man frowned and looked intently at Sean for a few seconds.
He was a little surprised at how calm Sean was.
“Charles, the deceased was killed at the same time when you were at the casino.
“You’re the biggest suspect right now.
“How do you plan on explaining regarding this matter?”
The middle-aged man frowned once more as he subtly turned on the recording device.
“No explanation.”
Sean was still calm as he said those two words faintly.
The young man at the side slammed his hands on the table.
“Let me tell you, Charles’ bodyguards were all eyewitnesses!
“They all said that you’re the one that killed Charles! How dare you still say otherwise?”
The young man huffed coldly as he yelled at Sean, his finger pointing accusingly at Sean.
“I’m a disabled person. How do I kill?
“Do you wanna break both your legs to try and see if you can kill anyone?”
Sean tapped at his knees and retorted mockingly.
Once he said that, the room fell into pin-drop silence.
Even the middle-aged man, who had plenty of interrogating experience was rendered speechless.
He wanted to frame the deed on Sean but… Sean was a disabled person, and this was a fact that no one could change!
A disabled man in a wheelchair killing a grown man like Charles instantly?
He did not think anyone would believe it.
“Perhaps Charles’ death had nothing to do with you.
“But since you slapped me, even if you didn’t do it, you’ll have to pay for what you’ve done.
“Today, you will be convicted.”
Joey Yates got up and spat out these words to Sean with a menacing smile on her face.
“Are you… framing me?”
Sean lifted up his head slowly, there was still no fear in his eyes.
“That’s right! What can you do about it?
“You’re just an ordinary citizen. How dare you lay even a finger on me?
“All I have to do is waggle my finger and you’d be dead!
“There are people that you cannot afford to anger in River City, idiot!”
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