Chapter 508 Together?
Bad time?
If eyes could kill, these SN people would be dead by now.
Although Dorian didn't say a thing, everyone could tell that this young boy was the lead person in charge.
The way the group moved beside him, as well as the way they looked at him from time to time, told everyone what they wanted to know.
But how can that be? How can the group's leader be a little kid?
With his hands in his pocket, Dorian looked bored.
Well, in their defense, he always looked calm and bored.
Looking at the group of unwilling detectives and officers, Chan-ki wasted no time getting down to business.
"I'm sure you're all aware of our being here. That said, we don't have time to talk about all the details of the case. What we require from you, is that you answer a few of our questions, and we will be on our way."
"_"
Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at Chan-Ki's side with confusion.
Don't you want everything they have so you can use it to your advantage?
Are you looking down on them?
Are you saying that their suspicions, clues and hard work weren't worth taking? Is that it?
Even if they hated the notion of someone else taking their hard work, it's better to have their hard work taken than for someone to not take it at all, feeling it unnecessary and worthless.
For the first time, these people wanted others to take their work.
Their pent-up fury finally exploded, with many no longer trying to curb their anger.
"Say that again, hot stuff! Are you trying to piss us off? Are you trying to rob it on our faces that your SN department is the one now handling the case?"
"Dammit! I'm so angry. What do you mean?! You dare look down on us?"
"Hey, you! Tough guy… If you have something to say, say it directly and in our faces! What's the point of acting so cowardly?"
Hardy and Shalom didn't say a thing but their veins were now protruding dangerously on their foreheads.
They too felt insulted, but just when they were about to speak, they heard a low voice ring beside them.
"Noisy."
"_"
Dorian frowned, seemingly getting more and more irritated the longer people yelled.
"Silence!"
Chan-ki's voice came off with a powerful aura that made everyone forget who they were.
F***!
This guy wasn't shouting, yet his voice carried the same momentum mightier than that of a roaring lion.
Although unwilling to admit it, his voice made some of them take a step back while others sat like obedient school students.
Power of voice?
Everyone saw that after Chan-ki spoke, he and his team were focused on looking at the kid, their leader.
The kid whose face was irritated, now had a change of expression.
They could see his brows slowly unwind until his expression returned to his former lazy one.
Note-to-self.
The kid hated rowdiness.
No yelling allowed.
Everyone felt aggrieved but dared not yell again. They had a hunch that if they did, they would face unfathomable consequences.
Don't ask them why they were afraid.
It was only when Chan-ki silenced them did they take his group a little more seriously.
Swallowing hard, many were shocked by the thin layer of sweat now formed on their heads
It seems their body was frightened before their brains could register what just happened.
You don't understand.
When Chan-ki spoke, a dangerous aura enveloped them,? almost choking their throats.
It took over their bodies, causing them to monetarily shiver.
It was the sort of fear one has when coming into contact with an incredibly powerful beast.
So don't blame them for being fearful.
"Good… now here's how it will get done. Like I said, we require you to sit, or stand and answer our questions."
"Let's start, shall we?"
Snap!~
Chan-ki snapped his fingers and the academy disciples broke themselves even, heading for the many officers in the room.
"3 minutes."
Dorian spoke for the first time while making his way to the front.
There, he sat at the highest table, like a king.
Well, that was how everyone saw it.
It was a seemingly ordinary spot many leaders had used when setting and addressing a team.
But why was it that when he sat, it looked like a throne?
Power…
The boy intentionally oozed power wherever he went.
3 minutes…
The disciples acted fast.
"On the crime scene, how did you feel when stepping into the deceased's home?"
"Where are his remains?"
"Did you or anyone in the room see this object on the crime scene? Think hard!"
"What color of underwear did you wear on that day? Blue, red, white, black, yellow?"
"_"
.
The questions were growing weirder by the second, and the group didn't know what to make of it.
Excuse them for asking, but what does this all have to do with the criminal?
They even asked what direction they used to enter the deceased's home. Backdoor, front door or window.
Hello?
Is this what you should be focusing on?
What does their underwear color have to do with the case?
If not for the call earlier and the serious look at these people's cases, they would have sworn they were being pranked.
This was the first time they had seen people ask questions not about the victim but of them.
(-_-)
In no time, 3 minutes were up and the SN group turned to leave just as promised.
"Hold on!"
Hardy and Shalom couldn't take it anymore.
"Can you at least tell us why this information is important and what it has to do with the case?"
"Look… maybe we got off on the wrong foot here? but as police officers of the law, I think it's good we all share information so we can better our skills and help each other out."
Chan-ki paused, throwing his head behind his shoulders with a calm look in his eyes.
"It's all unnecessary."
Hardy, Shalom and everyone else were unwilling. "Why?!"
"Because you can't do what we do. If you don't believe it, you can join us and watch quietly... After all, we do need you all there so when it's time to pay the bill, your Precinct knows exactly what it's paying for."
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