"Hmph, Hank Clegg," Mike Harris couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "People say you're reticent, but I didn't expect you to be so eloquent. But it's a shame, this time you might not be able to save yourself."
Roman Paul also smiled maliciously: "Hank Clegg, the fact that you would take these paintings today, or should I say 'find' them in some place, was within our expectations."
"'Find' them in some place?" The museum staff asked in shock, "What does that mean? Does it mean that he intentionally led us here to 'find' them?"
"Correct!" Roman Paul pointed at Hank Clegg, "He hasn't found any paintings at all, he doesn't need to. Because all of the paintings are stolen by his two children!"
"Shut up!" Before Hank Clegg could say anything, Logan Franklin couldn't hold back, "Mr. Paul, stop making wild accusations! As Hank Clegg just told everyone, his babies are only six years old! Pack away your unrealistic imagination!"
