The phone rang.
He answered.
"Hi, Caitlyn. Long time no see," Geralt said with a smile.
"Hi, my ass. What kind of trouble did you cause this time?" she said irritably.
Geralt hurriedly protested, "What do you mean, caused trouble? And what do you mean, this time? Am I that kind of person?"
After two seconds of silence, Caitlyn said faintly, "Yes, you are exactly that kind of person. I'm sure, certain, and absolutely positive. I'm even willing to bet next month's salary on it. Want to take the bet? Raise it?"
"Uh... fine. It was just a bit loud. It might have disturbed the neighbors, and someone probably called the police."
With the way Robert had screamed like a slaughtered pig just now, the entire street had heard it.
"Got it. We'll talk later."
After hanging up, Caitlyn called the Black Pine Town Police Department and told them to recall the officers they had dispatched.
Geralt sneered. "You bullied her when she was little. Your karma has come."
Sigh, Caitlyn had been much better when she was young—chubby, soft, and adorable.
Melinda stood on the rooftop, facing the wind.
She was the senior detective from No. 4 Precinct who had spoken with Robert yesterday.
They chatted for a while.
"Ashamed?"
"Miss, is that the attitude of someone asking another person for help?"
She had seemed like an ordinary person until Robert saw Father Bor again in Phoenix City.
"Robert!"
"Before that."
"Call me Luke."
"It's him again." Du Beifeng frowned. "I told you, didn't I? This kid's situation is complicated. Don't get involved blindly."
On one side were a beautiful wife and adorable children.
Robert fell silent as [Anger +1%] flooded the screen.
As long as he was happy.
Once someone's skin got thick enough, there was truly nothing