Heartbeats quickly turned into arguments.
A diplomat who couldn't argue wasn't a qualified diplomat.
The old face of Ruan Yingxiong, the Vietnamese Interpol agent, flushed red at a visibly rapid pace. He said in fury, "I've been authorized to investigate this case. I have the right to question the suspect!"
The words, thick with exasperation, were ultimately a sign of weakness.
If you're not convinced, keep fighting!
Great Demon Li didn't seem to have a chance to step in. The other guy had already been effortlessly trounced by Secretary Xu.
What a loser!
Knowing things would turn out this way, he might as well have stayed by Lake Victoria for a few more days—fishing, having a barbecue outdoors, watching the stars at night, seeing the sunrise at dawn, and listening to the warm, hospitable Ugandans call him "Dad" a few more times. Now that was the life!
"Why don't you brush up on the Miranda Rule? Are you really Interpol? You don't look professional at all. Could you be an impostor? Maybe you're actually a Senkai Association member who murdered an Interpol officer?"
Li Bai followed Secretary Xu's lead and landed another blow. It was a vicious one, aimed straight at the other man's heart. When it came to verbal sparring, Li Bai was the real expert, with a master's-level skill.
The Miranda Rule was the famous "You have the right to remain silent..."
The rule might go by different names in different countries' legal systems, but its contents were more or less the same.
That's right! Li Bai had the right to say nothing and let the other guy guess whatever the hell he wanted!
Ruan Yingxiong, who'd been verbally battered from every side, felt a surge of anger shoot straight to his head. He was about to fire