Chapter 109: The Strange Interrogation
Chapter 109: The Strange Interrogation
"Are you Lyon?"
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"Who are you?" Lyon asked.
"You don't need to know who I am," the old man replied without acknowledging Lyon's question. With a stern expression, he continued, "All you need to know is that you are the prime suspect in the Lane Blood Incident and are currently under investigation."
So, is this man an interrogator from the Secret Investigation Bureau? But shouldn't interrogators have assistants? Why is he accompanied by guards? And they don't seem like ordinary guards either?
Lyon glanced at the two guards behind the old man, noticing their rigid postures and calluses on their knuckles. He guessed their professions and couldn't help but furrow his brows, turning his head away.
"Hmm?" The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, noticing Lyon's subtle change in expression. Like a hawk, he stared intently at Lyon's profile and asked in a cold voice, "Do you have a problem with the military?"
Lyon gave the old man a sidelong glance and, while racking his brains, boldly retorted, "Is there a problem with that?"
"Watch your words!"
Just as in countless classic movie scenes, after Lyon's provocation, the two guards behind the man, who seemed to hold him in high regard, immediately scolded, "Do you know..."
"Stop!" The old man gestured for them to stop, and his tightly pressed lips curled upwards. He then scrutinized Lyon and said, "You want to know my identity?"
"I already know," Lyon replied.
Although the Black Goat wasn't by his side to observe the old man's soul state, Lyon felt that the man's expression and tone hinted at something. He directly revealed the truth, "There's a strange tan mark on your chest, most likely from a medal. Despite not wearing shoulder insignia, your clothes have fasteners for them.
The two guards have calluses on their knuckles and wear boots issued to warrant officers, but they seem more sturdy, suggesting they are warrant officers. They look to be in their thirties, and there are only a few warrant officers in their thirties who would act as guards.
Only one person fits the description and has a vague connection to me."
Lyon glanced at the old man, who maintained his composure but seemed satisfied. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said nonchalantly, "The Minister of Defense, right?"
...
"See! I told you so!"
After Lyon had only taken a couple of glances, he saw through the identity of his father. The female police officer, who had been stopped outside the room, couldn't help but feel relieved.
"They said you were very smart! If you have questions, just ask directly. Why go through all this trouble? Oh, come on..."
After complaining about her mother, she was about to rush into the room when someone pulled her back by her arm.
"Don't cause trouble!"
The middle-aged woman hurriedly stopped her rash daughter and breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she pinched her daughter's waist hard.
"Ouch!"
The female police officer, feeling the pinch, turned her head, about to say something, but she noticed her mother's angry gaze.
"Behave yourself! Do you want to cause more trouble?"
Recalling how her daughter had rushed in the previous day, informing her of the suspect's innocence in the Lane Blood Incident and her involvement in investigating the Lawless Gang, the middle-aged woman was furious. She gave her daughter's thigh another hard pinch!
"Ouch!"
Dragging her careless daughter away from the room, the woman scolded her, "Do you know the risk your father took just to clean up after you?"
"Very big..."
"And you asked him to approach the Princess, saying you could suppress the old nobility, and she would agree... Do you think you can just meddle in such important matters?"
"You're being reckless!"
"I want... I want..."
"And what's your relationship with that person? He's taking such a huge risk to investigate for you, and he hasn't exposed you yet?"
"Just a friend..."
"Nonsense! Ordinary friends wouldn't go this far, and I had people ask around your bureau, and many said they saw you two arguing?"
"Maybe we were just fighting..."
"So, what were you fighting about?"
"Just a regular argument..."
"Is the food tasty?"
"It's alright, I guess..."
"...!"
Nonsense!
As he eavesdropped on the commotion in the ward, the middle-aged woman couldn't help but feel furious, once again harshly pinching her absent-minded daughter.
"Ouch!"
The female police officer finally snapped out of her daze, quickly covering her thigh and running a few steps away, before complaining, "Mom! Why do you keep pinching me?"
"You'll know soon enough!"
...
Listening to the squabbling outside the ward and the tense breathing of the two officers behind him, he glanced at Lyon, whose expression was slightly odd. The older man, feeling somewhat embarrassed, took a deep breath and ordered the officers, "Go! Tell them to keep it down!"
"Yes, sir!"
The young officer responded with a crisp affirmation, then left the ward with a slight jog, his face contorted from holding back his emotions. The commotion outside finally quieted down, but occasional whispers and grunts could still be heard.
"Since you've figured it out, I won't hide it anymore."
Ignoring the commotion outside, the man's posture was slightly hunched, but one could still see the upright stature of his youth. With a serious expression, he spoke, "I am indeed Isa's father, and I asked the Princess to bring you out.
However, this wasn't because of Isa's pleas, but as the Minister of Defense, I need to know... tell me, what happened at the Lane house that night?"
"That night," Lyon said with a slight smile, then answered seriously, "Something that should've happened long ago."
"...!"
"Before we discuss this overdue good news, I have some questions for you."
Glancing at the old man's furrowed brows, Lyon, under the stern gaze of the two young officers, asked earnestly, "On the day Lane house had the incident, at noon, I was in the same car as your daughter, who was escorting a lawless gang member. What happened to that gang member and his wife?"
"Isa told me about it."
Hearing this, the old man's expression darkened, and he nodded, "I've already invited the Secret Investigation Bureau to the military to investigate everyone involved. Although it's been a while, the investigation will take some time, but within one or two months, she'll have an answer!"
"That's good, but her enemies are probably all dead."
After getting the answers he sought, Lyon nodded and continued, "You must have investigated me too, right? What about the compensation owed to my family?"
"Before you went to the Lane house, Isa gave me a list. All the withheld compensation will be made up for."
As he spoke, the old man paused, exhaling slowly, and his posture became more hunched.
"Those seriously negligent in handling the compensation will be questioned and scrutinized by the Secret Investigation Bureau, starting with me, the Minister of Defense."
"Before coming here, I underwent the related scrutiny. The reason I'm not wearing my medals and insignia isn't to hide my identity, but because I took them off during the scrutiny. After everyone has been scrutinized, our punishments will be carried out within two months. The lightest punishment is a year's salary deduction, while the severest is execution and confiscation of all assets. The confiscated assets will go to the bereaved families..."
"Alright, I understand."
After hearing the outcomes of these two matters, Lyon couldn't help but nod in slight surprise, looking at the old man's pain-filled eyes. He then confessed, "The report in the Sun is correct. Bobby Lane was indeed killed by me."
(End of Chapter)
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