Investigation General Bureau.
Solomon wore shackles as two investigators escorted him step by step down into the subway and through a vast underground tunnel.
At this moment, he was inhabiting some unlucky fellow in the form of a spirit possession.
I never expected... the Investigation General Bureau to be underground! And there's even a direct subway line... though this is a hidden station.
Aaron curiously surveyed the smooth passageways around him when he was shoved in the back. "Walk faster!"
Mm, these investigators really did handle cases as simply and brutally as rumor had it.
After confirming that Aaron was merely an ordinary con man, they had dispatched Cleaners to brainwash that poor pair of mother-and-daughter beauties. Then, without even putting him on trial, they had directly hauled him here.
"I protest!"
Aaron played the outwardly fierce but inwardly weak Solomon. "I demand to appear before a magistrate's court... a religious court would do too, but you can't bring me here for no reason... What is this place?"
"Hehe... if you went to an ordinary magistrate's court, you might really have found a lawyer to get you off the hook..."
One of the Secret Police escorting him gave a cold laugh. "That would be letting you off too easily. We have no courts here, only adjudicators! But don't worry, we don't hand down death sentences... You'll spend the rest of your life repenting for the sins you've committed!"
He did not even have a girlfriend yet, while this disgusting middle-aged bastard had maliciously hogged all the resources. Not only was he filthy rich, but rumor had it he had also been fooling around with some noble ladies of high society...
Not beating him to death on the spot was already a testament to this pack of single dogs' restraint.
"Ahem...