Being an enlightened martial artist, Darius could easily detect he was the reason behind the blond officer’s rage. It seemed that things were turning out as Darius had expected.

The blond officer’s fist balled as he shot a venomous glare at Darius. “You’re so fucking loathsome, acting all righteous when you’re the real murderer in this situation! It’s your fault that a poor man, whose wealth you stole, died! Yet, that still didn’t satiate you—you even got your subordinates to pick on that unfortunate waiter working for the late Wilson! So what if there was a conflict between you and Wilson, and Wilson wasn’t entirely innocent? That waiter, his subordinate, is innocent in this matter!”

Darius frowned, sighing deeply upon learning that was why the officer had tried to punch him earlier. He mustered his last bit of patience to ask, “Did you not hear what your leading officer on this case said? That he saw the cafe’s ‘innocent’ waiter destroying the evidence?”

The blond officer’s face bla