Victor stood outside the interrogation room.
He knocked lightly on the door.
John looked in the direction of the sound.
"Can I go now?"
John asked with a smirk.
Victor didn't respond.
He just walked over to John and sat down.
Victor was wearing a gray coat that looked wrinkled.
His beard wasn't properly maintained.
His eyes were bloodshot.
He stared straight at John.
Ever since he arrived at Owain City, this young man had almost become his nightmare.
"You look like you haven't had a good rest in a long time," John said as he observed Victor.
"If you go out, what else do you want to do?" Victor's hoarse voice sounded.
Hearing Victor's words, the agents in the conference room and interrogation room
and the ten plus criminal investigation specialists all collected their thoughts and focused their gaze.
They looked at the young man.
They saw
John's smile fade.
