Darius had calmly made that statement, which caused Brutus’ brows to furrow. He eyed Darius cautiously, trying to figure out whether Darius was lying.

That was when Brutus realized that he had forgotten something crucial—he no longer had any say in the matter now that he had attacked Darius.

Darius sneered. He kept his hands behind his back while allowing Brutus to scrutinize him. Eventually, he sighed and ignored Brutus’ stares, commenting, “There were many ways to resolve this situation, yet you guys never bothered to try a single one. I’ve already spent too much time remaining idle in this police station, and my patience has run out, so why don’t you guys phone or email me when you get to the bottom of Wilson’s murder. I’ll be on my way now.”

Brutus’ lips pursed with rage once more as he snorted loudly. He waited until everyone’s attention was on him before adding, “I knew you’d do that. You’re so annoying—”

As the former spoke, Darius sarcastically interrupted, “You keep blabberi