Philip was ushered out of the door of the Blue Dragonfly Bar, where the owner, Fred, was lying on the cold floor, motionless, unaware of his life or death.

Countless reporters were already waiting outside the door, and when Philip was escorted out in handcuffs, the flash lights turned on, recording the scene clearly.

Unlike the usual suspects who are arrested, Philip is not dejected and frightened, but instead holds his neck high and has a proud face, which makes the reporters talk a lot.

That night, Councillor Smith and his wife Helen, Aunt Lily, including Bruce and others all got the news and rushed to the office of the Hongshan District Police Corps.

Aunt Lily even grabbed's collar and started to move her hand on the spot, but was opened by her uncle Wytra, who was a step too late.

Fiona's father, Kulin, came out of the morgue with a blue face, bruises on his neck, his fists clenched, trembling all over, he didn't look at White, and he was already very self-contained if he didn't start fighting on the spot.

Lying inside was his own daughter, who was regarded as a jewel in the palm of her hand.

He still remembers that three days ago, his daughter excitedly ran up to him and told him that she would accompany Philip in concert, how talented Philip was, etc., but now she was a cold corpse.

Fiona's mother, a Saline woman, was crying heartbreakingly, grabbing her daughter's stiff hand and not letting go of anything.

Kurin came to the outside of the detention chamber and looked at Philip through the thick bars, his hands creaking and moaning.

Philip stared at him in silence, his eyes full of guilt, but he didn't try to justify anything.

Although Fiona did not die at his hands, she was also an innocent person who was implicated, and a vivid and beautiful life came to an end.

She was still so young, she didn't even have time to experience the beauty and bitterness of love, and she left this world early without experiencing the joy and happiness of being a first-time mother.

No matter how much Philip tried to defend him, he couldn't undo his pain.

Philip's lawyer also came, and he was a partner in one of the most famous law firms in the imperial capital, Ross Weaver, and his uncle White was a step later and invited him to go.

After preliminary negotiations, the criminal case, and the circumstances are serious, and there is no bail and no visitation, this is's strong answer.

Even though Ross Wiffle pointed out that his client, Philip, was only 15 years old and a minor, and should be transferred to the custody of a special detention center and transferred the case to the Miyan District Police Corps, where the incident occurred.

insisted that he would need to be detained for 10 hours before he could be transferred with a warrant signed by a judge.

As for the right to handle cases, he will never hand them over.

Old Byrne scolded himself for being useless, and his grandson was forcibly taken away on his own turf, but he couldn't even say a few words, so he could only glance at it hurriedly, and his grandmother Helen was even more red from crying.

The group returned to Lawrence's manor and began to close the door to discuss their next steps.

Naturally, they all believed in Philip, which was clearly a means of revenge by the Blazers.

Old Byrne is also a serious district councilor, who has been operating in the imperial capital for decades, has deep connections, and there is always something to play a role.

Although Uncle White was anxious about Kulin's affairs, he still forced himself to calm down, and the enemy had already tried to see the dagger, and it was up to them to deal with it.

At this point, there was no point in blaming Philip for his recklessness, he was careful enough, it was the enemy who was too cunning, and now it was up to them to do something.

This night, in the huge imperial capital, countless carriages and messengers rushed back and forth between the major mansions, and I don't know how many people had no intention of sleeping, but were constantly busy, calculating, preparing for the next stormy waves.

Sure enough, before noon the next day, the streets and alleys of the imperial capital were talking about Philip's name.

Only this time, it was no longer a duel and glory, but a connection with horrific words such as murder and adultery.

Almost all the front pages of the newspapers informed, in large red letters, that another horrific tragedy had occurred in a corner of this seemingly prosperous and peaceful city last night.

A young girl was brutally murdered and died, and another girl resisted but was disfigured.

Then, the teenagers of the Champions Academy partyed all night, and the news of spending a good night with the fan girls was repeated by various gossip tabloids, which were emphatically exaggerated, and were linked to Philip's case.

Within a day, the people were in an uproar and marched through the streets, demanding severe punishment for the culprits and, even worse, the royal family disqualifying them from the title.

It's ridiculous that Philip thought that he had discovered the role of the newspaper media before, but he didn't expect that the enemy had already seen the opportunity, sprinkled a lot of money, and had completely defeated their side in public opinion.

Philip was sitting in the interrogation room, wearing special shackles on his wrists and ankles, which could effectively suppress the abilities of the Awakened.

He didn't sleep well last night, not because he was panicked and haggard as many people think, but because he was tossed by the high-intensity interrogation overnight.

naturally knew the details inside, so he didn't come forward, but just arranged for a bald-headed and long-faced sheriff to interrogate.

Philip didn't bother to answer, whether it was the sheriff's fierce threats or pleasant inducements, he didn't pay attention to them, nor did he say a word, just quietly looked at the mirror on the wall.

Luke, the bald sheriff opposite, was also tired and interrogated for one night, and the kid was like a deaf and blind man, and did not respond to any of his means.

And his physical strength is very preferred, and this way of boiling oil has little effect on him.

He is naturally a descendant of, and although he doesn't know what's wrong with it, it doesn't prevent him from guessing some of the truths.

He doesn't care about the truth, he only cares about whether is satisfied, he has seen a lot of similar things over the years, it's nothing more than those nobles directing the remote control in the back, he just needs to do what he needs to do.

Although had instructed him not to use force so as not to be passive, he was angered by Philip's no-nonsense attitude.

Sweat and anger made his bald head red, and after another scolding to no avail, he couldn't help but grab Philip by the collar, and the huge fan-like hand slapped fiercely at the young man's handsome face.

Philip dodged backwards, but was affected by the iron chain under his feet, and did not completely avoid it, and the palm wind swept his chin, leaving two clear red marks on it, and it hurt fiercely.

The bald sheriff is also a first-degree awakened and fully capable of inflicting harm on Philip.

There was no trace of fear in Philip's eyes, he just stared at his bald head tightly, and spoke for the first time: "As a law enforcement sheriff, I used force against the suspect without authorization during the formal interrogation, how do you guess how I will explain the injuries on my face to him when I see the lawyer?"

Luke the bald man regretted that slap and cursed himself for his stupidity.

The boy on the other side is not a bad boy in the block, as long as he doesn't kill him, there's no problem.

Not to mention his identity, just the famous Ross Weaver barrister who shook the imperial capital, and the judicial workers were frightened and worried, so they could peel off his skin.

Philip sat back in his place and said in a cold voice: "Whether you know the details of this matter or not, and whether you are's person or not, as long as your bald head still contains brains, you know that this matter is not something you can participate in."

Dekker was behind that pane of glass, but he wouldn't come in, instead letting you sit in front of me.

Such a person, once something happens, do you believe that he will stand up for you?"

After a pause, Philip continued: "You are 60 years old this year, and you have long passed the golden age of continuing to awaken, but you are still only a fourth-level sheriff of the district security regiment, which means that you have no support behind you, and can only lean on the big tree that is not strong.

But he himself is just a minion in the front, and he doesn't know when he will be betrayed and abandoned.

You try to show your loyalty to him, hoping for promotions and awards.

It's a pity that no matter who wins or loses in the end, as long as I have a note or a message, you can be wiped out, and even your family will be miserable.

You are afraid of even the lawyer I hired, but you dare to do something to me, I don't know whether to say that you are bold or stupid. ”

Philip's words were heart-wrenching, without a trace of pity, which made the bald head Luke instantly break out in a cold sweat, sit down on the chair, and regret it.

I had the heart to open my mouth to beg for mercy, but looking at the little face that was still a little green, I couldn't open my mouth, and I didn't know what to do for a while.

Philip commanded: "From now on, until you see my lawyer, you keep your mouth shut and let me have a good rest." ”

The bald Luke was so angry that his face was flushed, but he didn't dare to have a seizure, so he could only slam the door and find a place to vent.

Early the next morning, exactly 10 hours after the incident, Philip, accompanied by a lawyer, finally left the Hongshan District Police Corps and was taken to the Miyan District Juvenile Control Center, six blocks away from his maternal grandfather Byrne's home.

Old Byrne found Dalí, the head of the Miyan District Security Corps, as an old acquaintance for more than ten years, Dalí agreed at once, promising that Philip would be best protected on his turf.

In fact, he was also very annoyed, last night's purge had been confirmed ten days ago, and he didn't expect it to be such a coincidence, but on this night, such a big thing happened.

He looked back and pondered it, and found that he had been used by the sinister Dekker and implicated in the matter.

I had the intention to knock on the door, but I received a message from the forces behind him, so that he was impartial and waited for the changes.

To be able to agree to Old Byrne's request is nothing more than compensation, to take himself out of it completely.

If wins in the end, he will still be his colleague, and maybe one day he will be promoted to become his boss, but if he loses, he will have a chance to clean up the broken house in that Hongshan District.

Here, Philip's treatment is noticeably better, not only with a separate room, but also with no time limit for meeting guests.