Vi yawned as she walked through the gilded room in the Leather City Hall of Justice. It's not sunrise yet an hour and it's still quiet. Several sleeping drunks were locked up in the detention cells to sober up, and I heard that there were also a few alchemy-enhanced little hooligans held in the more heavily guarded underground cells. She'll come back later to see what they're up to in Piltover.

She moved her shoulders, her body aching and stiff after a long night's work. Today's night shift was extraordinarily long, and her forearms were pinched by the power gloves. She was so bent on going home and taking off her gloves, putting her hands in the icy water, maybe a glass or two of spirits, and finally sleeping with her head covered. But Caitlin in the microphone kept ordering her to hurry up and go to the district headquarters immediately. Vi raised an eyebrow, tossed the message aside, rested for an hour, and then walked out of her small, messy home, leaving the tailor's quarter, to answer Caitlyn's call.

"Hey, Harkno," she said as she arrived at her cell and greeted the clerk at the front desk. "What's it that makes Caitlyn so anxious, I'm having a spring dream, there's something in it"

"Alright, stop," Hakno said, without looking up. On a high desk, his fingers were checking line by line the list of prisoners who had been brought in at night. "I'm not in the mood to listen to your."

"I really don't want to," Wei said with a smile, leaning on his desk and blowing a strand of pink hair away from his eyes. "This time there is a plot, there is everything."

"I really don't want to." Hacknow's eyes looked away, and he reached out to hand over the list. "Caitlin and Moohan brought back a Hextech thief last night. He wouldn't say a word, but Caitlyn thinks you might have a solution. ”

Wei raised an eyebrow and glanced at the list.

"Dwaki kid is so naughty," she said, rolling her eyes and clasping her fingers together into a fist. "Yes, I used to know Dwaki. I'll let him speak. ”

Haknow shook his head and said, "Listen up, I don't want to call a surgeon anymore." He had to be able to speak in front of the prosecutor, Caitlyn demanded. ”

"What about her," Wei asked. "I don't want to say hello in person"

"She followed a trail to the docks," Harknow said. She said she believed you could handle it on your own. Are you right?"

"That's right," Vi said, stinking toward her cell. "Dwaki is in the room"

"Number Six. Don't forget, he has to be able to speak."

Vi nodded and said, "Okay, okay." ”

She walked to the door of Room Six and opened the bolt. Normally, there would be another guard guarding the door, but Vi didn't need any backup. She had known Dwaki for a long time, and had even worked with Dwaki a few times before falling out with the Wood Devils. He's a pickpocket, not a thug. If you need someone behind you to watch the door when you meet such a thin person, it is time for Wei to consider changing jobs.

Dwaki sat on the bed. It is said that it is a bed, but it is actually a large stone that has been hastily cut. He leaned his back against the wall, hugging his knees tightly and curling into a ball. One of the arms was curled up at his side, his entire palm disappearing at the root, and his wrist was bandaged. He heard footsteps, looked up, and was momentarily stunned.

"Vi"

"Piltover's strip," she said, bowing like a little girl. Despite the bad situation, Dwaki was amused by her. "What's wrong with your hand"

"Your bastard sheriff shot," he said. "What's the matter with your hands"

"I've leveled up," Vi said as she raised her Hextech gloves. She showed Dwaki all angles of the gloves, which emitted a faint roar. "Highly customizable, output intensity can be adjusted as needed. With these two babies, I can break through any wall. ”

"Well, I've heard about the Zodiac Vault," Dwarki smiled pleasantly, as if he was talking to him about the old Celeste, the Celestial in the narrow alley. He didn't fully understand that the current Wei was not what it used to be.

Dwazi held up the missing arm: "I'm going to upgrade too." This hand was originally the top prosthetic leg of the Butonggio family. Is it necessary for you sheriffs to be so desperate? ”

"You can give her a ticket," Vi said, taking two steps closer and lifting Dwaki into the air. She turned around and threw him into the corner, a gurgle of bones and joints, and a puff of mud rose from the corner.

Dwaki collapsed to the ground, panting in horror. "They've been pretending to be good people all the time, and all of a sudden they sent you something"

"Sending me here means that talking to you doesn't work, kid," Vi said as she began to recharge her gloves. "I'm going to use these babes to give you a good blow. Unless you're willing to answer my questions. ”

"Hey, wait a minute, what are you going to do," Dwarki said with a shudder, staggering to his feet as he stretched out his remaining hand to stand in front of him.

"I'm going to torture you, can't you see it?"

"But you haven't asked anything."

Vi tilted her head to the side. "yes, like I should have asked the question first."

She reached out and lifted Dwaki up to make him stand firm, the fingers on his shoulders gradually applying pressure.

"Say, who is going to sell the stolen Hextech"

Dwarki's expression was pained, but he didn't answer.

"Please, what is this pain," Wei said, letting go of his already bruised shoulder. "Do you want to see what the face that I have beaten with normal strength looks like?"

"Don't," Dwaki shouted.

"Then answer my question."

"I don't dare."

Vi poked her jaw with a finger, as if wondering if she should punch again. Then she smiled, an expression that terrified Dwaki far more than Iron Fist itself.

"Let's assume that if there is a saying in the narrow alley that you have been betraying your accomplices for the past few years, you say it will be ugly."

"What," Dwaki cried out in pain and rage, his voice trembling. "I didn't"

"It's all hypothetical," Wei said, "but I know everything I should know about the people down there." If I were to say that you were a tainted witness to the guards of the city, many would believe you."

"If that happens, I'll die the next day." Dwaki protested.

"You've finally gotten your senses," Vi said. "Answer my question. I'll tell them you've been resisting strictness. I'll even give you a panda eye to make you look like you've been tortured to extract a confession. ”

Dwaki's shoulders sank, and he knew he had no room left.

"Well, I'll answer your questions."

"Good," Wei said. "It's a big improvement."