Walking into the office and seeing his young master, whom he hadn't seen in many days, Charlie's lips trembled, and he couldn't help but burst into tears. Recalling all the grievances he had suffered this past month, tears uncontrollably poured out.
A man in his mid-twenties sobbing loudly was indeed a bizarre sight.
Luke's face was stern. "Why are you crying? So many people are watching. Aren't you ashamed? Pull yourself together."
Charlie wiped away his tears and said, feeling wronged, "Boss, I missed you."
Luke: "..."
If you were a woman, I might be touched, but unfortunately, you're a man.
"Alright, alright."
Luke waved his hand impatiently, his gaze sweeping over the bruises on Charlie's face. A murderous glint flashed and then hid itself. He then instructed Cindy, who was stifling a laugh nearby, "Take him to get his injuries examined. I want a detailed injury report."
As soon as he spoke, the ambiguous atmosphere in the air instantly vanished. Only then did everyone remember that Luke was here to cause trouble.
The interim director, Mike Gray, coughed, and two FBI agents stepped forward, blocking the door and preventing the two from leaving.
"What is the meaning of this, sir? Was the bail I paid not enough?"
"That's not it," Mike Gray said with a smile. "Mr. Will is involved in a murder case. He cannot be released until the matter is thoroughly investigated."
"Murder?"
Luke frowned and glanced at Charlie, who roared, "Lies! They're all lies! Damn FBI bastards, I didn't kill anyone! They're framing me!"
Luke raised his hand, signaling him to calm down. He picked up a teacup and took a sip. A bitter taste came from his tongue, causing him to frown. He casually put the teacup aside and said to Osman March behind him, "Mr. Gray says Charlie is suspected of murder, and Charlie says he didn't do it. What do you think?"
"Leave it to me, Mr. Xiao!"
March smiled faintly, appearing confident. As a famous criminal lawyer in the metropolis, he had handled too many similar cases.
"Mr. Gray, according to my understanding, my client, Mr. Will, was only framed for drug trafficking. When did he become involved in a murder case? Could you please explain?"
Mike Gray narrowed his eyes. He hated lawyers, especially criminal lawyers. All these bastards should go to hell.
March took a step forward, continuing to exert pressure.
"As Mr. Will's attorney, I have the right to know the charges against my client. Please answer my question, Mr. Gray."
Mike Gray snorted coldly. "The murder case involves national secrets. I don't need to explain it to you."
"National secrets?"
Osman curled his lips, then quickly straightened them. As a top lawyer, he couldn't show a mocking expression; that would seem unprofessional.
"You're quite the joker, sir. I'm very familiar with the FBI's rules and regulations. If my client truly endangered national security, he should be transferred to FBI headquarters for trial, not the local office in the metropolis. Furthermore, all criminal cases involving national secrets require a special arrest warrant issued by FBI headquarters and authorized by the White House."
"Mr. Gray, do you have a warrant?"
Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "Of course you don't. The White House hasn't issued such a warrant since the Star City bombing last September. How could you possibly have one? Even if you did, it would be a forgery."
"Forging government warrants, depriving citizens of their rights, and suspected of framing others, Mr. Gray, as a law enforcement officer, you have been knowingly breaking the law."
After he finished speaking, the air immediately fell silent.
Luke clicked his tongue and shook his head. As expected of the gangster's exclusive top defense lawyer, his eloquence was truly exceptional. It was just that the price was a bit high—half a million for one case; even robbing wouldn't be this ruthless.
Mike Gray's face was very unpleasant. He had just tried to casually brush it off, but the other party had seized his weakness and launched a sharp verbal attack that he couldn't refute.
Ultimately, he had been careless. If he had known Luke Xiao would return so soon, he should have made more preparations, and he wouldn't have been caught off guard.
Osman adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and by observing the reactions of those around him, he roughly guessed what had happened. The so-called murder case was all fabricated, which, of course, was a common FBI tactic, however ridiculous.
"Mr. Gray, do you have anything else to explain regarding the murder case? As the client's attorney, I have the right to know the details of the case. This is my right granted by the Constitution. If you don't comply, I will have no choice but to resort to legal means."
Mike Gray's face was grim. Melissa's matter was confidential and could not be openly discussed. But if he didn't say anything, how could he explain it? He couldn't just fabricate something out of thin air!
"It's alright if you don't speak. I've already recorded our conversation. I believe the judge will make you talk."
With that, he lifted his clothes, revealing an exquisitely decorated voice recorder.
The people around him immediately changed their expressions. Damn lawyer, recording in an FBI office.
The few senior agents who knew the inside story exchanged glances, all looking at Boss Gray. The latter remained silent for a moment, then raised his right hand.
"Let them go."
The two agents blocking the door made way, and amidst countless complex gazes, Cindy and Charlie walked away.
With their departure, the FBI would be completely on the defensive. Charlie's injuries were real, and once a detailed injury report proved that the FBI had used private torture, they would be completely finished.
At this moment, Boss Gray must also be regretting it!
Everyone thought to themselves. After all, he was the one who sent that madman Ilya. If it came to an investigation later, he couldn't escape responsibility, unless... Thinking of something, the senior agents exchanged glances, then silently turned their heads away.
As things had developed, the murder case was now set in stone.
Osman was a bit disappointed. He had to deal with such a flawed case; it was a waste of time.
"Mr. Xiao, do you have any other requests?"
Luke smiled and said, "You've done very well. The rest is up to me."
"Alright."
Osman nodded slightly and returned to his original position. As a professional lawyer who loved money, he was very good at reading people's expressions.
Luke straightened up and said, word for word,
"It seems that the so-called murder case is not valid. You slandered ShowMe's interim president with an unproven murder charge, causing incalculable damage to ShowMe's image. As ShowMe's boss, I must demand an explanation from the FBI. This matter will not end here. Wait for the lawyer's letter!"
Mike Gray took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were as calm as water. As a high-ranking FBI official, no one had ever dared to speak to him in this manner. Luke Xiao was the first, and he would be the last.
Don't think no one knows about Melissa's matter. Even without evidence, I will find a way to take you all down.
You, Charlie Will, and that alien woman—none of you will escape.
The FBI's authority will not be challenged.
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