"Calm down, Hunter,"
"Anger is useless at a time like this."
"On the contrary, your calm is what can lead you to find those poor girls."
Davide reminded his assistant, but his fists had already clenched tightly, and his voice carried a sharp, harsh tone.
He had always known Emod was a bastard.
But he hadn't realized the extent of the bastardry.
Damned a hundred times!
The scum that belongs in hell!
Davide continued to browse through the interrogation documents.
The middle-aged police chief's brows furrowed involuntarily.
The interrogation documents all came from Emod's subordinates, but as his confidants all died, the documents were provided by the outer circle of his men.
With these alone, it was tough to find anything substantial.
"Hunter, which of Emod's close associates are still alive?"
the middle-aged police chief asked.
"That's it, chief—I mean, we found Emod's right-hand man, Asa, and many confidants in his mansion that turned into ruins."
