Working as a criminal lawyer for a long time, it's inevitable to come across some inside information that ordinary people don't know, for example, Young Master Xiao of Binhai City.
The name Young Master Xiao is well-known in the North District of Binhai City; almost everyone has heard of him, heard of the things he's done, the rules he's set, and his extraordinary legendary experiences, but very few people know his real name, and Osman is one of them.
Therefore, when Luke came to the law firm and asked him to be someone's entrusted lawyer, Osman agreed without hesitation, even though the young man in front of him was very different from the "Young Master Xiao" he had imagined, he still offered his most sincere respect.
As it turned out, Young Master Xiao did not disappoint him; he was as cunning, cruel, cold-blooded, meticulous, and ruthless in killing as the rumors said.
Only such a person deserves the title of Young Master Xiao.
Osman was glad he made that choice at the time; he liked money, and Young Master Xiao was famously generous, so the two were bound to have many opportunities to cooperate. As for the FBI… Osman shrugged indifferently, as the gold-medal lawyer for the major city's gangs, weren't there enough FBI agents who disliked him?
Inside the office, as Luke's words fell, the atmosphere instantly became tense.
Everyone's eyes flickered, looking back and forth between the two.
They weren't fools; how could they not see the situation clearly? The two were clearly going to fight to the death, but they didn't understand why Luke Xiao would go against a high-ranking FBI supervisor with great power. Wasn't he afraid of death?
Charlie also felt that something was wrong. What was Young Master up to?
He wasn't going to kill someone, was he?
A terrifying thought emerged, and Charlie shivered involuntarily. After a month apart, how had Young Master become so crazy?
Luke glanced at the report in the wastebasket and said indifferently,
"It seems you don't want to admit to Charlie's injuries."
Mike Gray narrowed his eyes, his expression as cold as iron, and an aura emanating from a superior spread out.
"I don't know how he got his injuries, but I can tell you very seriously that the FBI absolutely does not use private torture. If you suspect, you can investigate, and I will not obstruct you."
"You're very good at sophistry. This building is your territory, and the agents in the building are your subordinates. How can I investigate?"
"That's your business, not mine." With that, he stood up to show them out. "If there's nothing else, please leave. We're very busy with work and don't have time to chat with you."
Luke smiled and shook his head, "I can understand your eagerness to send me away, but unfortunately, you're going to be disappointed. I came here today to get justice for Charlie. The matter isn't settled, so I can't leave!"
"Play the video and let our Mr. Gray have a good look."
Osman opened his computer and played the second video.
The video showed a small, dimly lit room. Charlie Will, with his hands and feet bound, was sitting in a chair, seemingly dozing off. Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and a man in a refined suit with a fierce appearance rushed in. After a series of unbearable insults, he began to punch and kick Charlie.
This process lasted for a full three minutes until another agent in uniform walked in, and the beating ended.
The video ended there, but the impact it caused was just beginning.
Everyone was dumbfounded, their minds blank, unable to utter a single word.
The air was terrifyingly quiet; the sound of a silver needle dropping could be clearly heard. The FBI agent who appeared in the video covered his face, afraid of being noticed.
Mike Gray stumbled backward, almost falling to the ground, his stern cheeks seemingly drained of blood, turning a chilling pale.
Luke picked up the document from the wastebasket and placed it back beside him.
"Ilya Phil, a former special forces member, was discharged from the army for shooting innocent civilians. He was later recruited by the FBI and became a field agent, working under you all this time.
"Your man used private torture and beat my friend. You owe me an explanation."
The low voice echoed in the room, clearly audible.
Everyone shivered involuntarily, an indescribable fear welling up in their hearts, as if a terrifying creature was growling in their ears.
Mike Gray slumped onto the sofa, his mind a blank.
Why did the FBI's internal surveillance video fall into Luke Xiao's hands? Who was helping him? Or was this whole thing a trap, a trap specifically for him?
His mind was racing with countless thoughts, but he couldn't make sense of anything.
This matter was too serious; he could imagine the terrible impact it would have on him once the video was leaked.
Over the years, infighting in the White House has been constant, and the FBI has also been divided into multiple factions, constantly exposing each other's scandals. Coupled with the rising crime rate and endless supernatural events, the FBI's image in the public's mind has plummeted.
If the scandal of abusing private torture were to be exposed at this time, the higher-ups would definitely use him as a scapegoat to let the public vent their anger.
"No, I absolutely cannot get involved. This has nothing to do with me. It was that madman Ilya who did it. He chose to use private torture himself, and it has nothing to do with me."
"Yes, it has nothing to do with me."
In just a second, Mike thought of a way to extricate himself, and his expression changed accordingly. He frowned, stared straight ahead, and exuded a strong sense of justice.
"Mr. Xiao, I want to apologize to you and your friend. It was my oversight; I never thought that madman Ilya would do such a terrible thing. Please rest assured, I guarantee in the name of God that I will do my utmost to find him."
"The FBI does not allow the use of private torture, and those who knowingly break the law will not be spared."
"In addition, I will issue an official statement explaining the beginning and end of the drug smuggling case, and offer my sincerest apologies to the victim, Mr. Will. If possible, I will make the maximum compensation to both of you and your company, ShowMe, within my authority."
"Please rest assured, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."
After he finished speaking with such righteous indignation, those who didn't know the inside story felt admiration, thinking he was a courageous and good official, while those who did know the truth wanted to spit in his face.
Subordinates fear encountering such superiors the most: they are at the forefront when there are achievements, at the back when there are difficulties, and when the situation is unfavorable, they don't hesitate to kick out a scapegoat.
At this moment, the agents in the room finally saw their superior's true colors.
Such a petty man actually became a high-ranking official in the Federal Bureau of Investigation—the FBI is rotten to the core.
Mike didn't care about his subordinates' opinions; he was now solely focused on extricating himself. As for anything else, that could wait.
Luke chuckled, "I've long heard that Mr. Gray adheres to the law and is a rare righteous person. Today, I finally witnessed it." Then he changed the subject and said, "However, one thing must be clarified: are you really unaware of Ilya Phil's abuse of private torture?"
"I truly was unaware. If I had known, I would have severely punished him."
"But Ilya Phil is your man!"
"Mr. Xiao, allow me to explain."
Mike's expression was serious, even solemn. "Ilya Phil is employed by the Federal Bureau of Investigation and works for the government, not for me. You must understand this clearly. He is my subordinate, but everything he does is according to instructions from headquarters. Strictly speaking, he is a headquarters person, working in the metropolis, but not under my direct command, understand?!"
Luke was amused. In two lifetimes, he had seen people shirk responsibility, but he had never seen anyone as shameless as Mike Gray. He truly lived up to being a high-ranking official in the DC world; it was an eye-opener.
"Since Mr. Gray has nothing to do with him, then it's easy to talk about."