Chapter 63 Forced Answers
- He reeked like a greasy middle-aged guy who chain-smoked.
- “What the hell did you do?” Cyrus glanced at Wilbert Windsor. “Pulled an all-nighter gaming?”
- Hearing that, Wilbert shot Cyrus a vicious glare. “This is all on you! Come with me. Black Hand is locked in the innermost interrogation room. Be careful—he’s a top-tier criminal now, and seeing him is against protocol.”