A murder case?
Qin Ran froze, instinctively thinking of what had happened in the warehouse last night. But he immediately shook his head inwardly.
Before entering that warehouse, he had concealed himself completely, and when he left, he had cleaned up every trace he had left behind.
Unless someone could look back through time, there was no way they could find any so-called clues.
Raising a hand to stop Friss from approaching, Qin Ran sat in his chair and looked at Pudek.
"Chief Pudek, do you believe I had anything to do with that murder?"
Qin Ran asked.
Pudek hesitated briefly before finally shaking his head.
"I don't."
"Judging by your performance yesterday, you wouldn't be stupid enough to appear so openly on camera and leave behind such complete evidence."
"But..."
"Other people believe their own eyes."
"Especially certain self-important idiots."
As he spoke, Pudek curled his lip, clearly alluding to someone.
"So I still have a chance to clear my name?"
Qin Ran asked with a smile.
"Yes!"
"But not right now!"
"Right now, you have to come back with me."
Pudek stressed the point.
"All right."
"Friss, stay here and take care of everything. I'll be right back."
Qin Ran stood and made a point of giving Friss those instructions before leaving the room.
"Yes, my lord."
Friss nodded knowingly.
He knew exactly what Qin Ran wanted him to do, just as he knew he needed to make his position clear to the accompanying officers and let them understand how they should behave.
Under Friss's gaze, the accompanying officers trembled as they followed Qin Ran into the police cars.
According to procedure, Qin Ran should have sat in the middle, guarded by an officer on either side. If necessary, he would even have been handcuffed.
At that moment,