Chapter: 187
I will let him go immediately.” Mr. Gardner tried to wriggle his way out.
“I have no time to waste yapping with you. Let Dustin go this instant!” Hunter ordered impatiently.
The corrupted ways of the police inspector were well known.
If they had waited for the investigation to end, Dustin would have been dead and gone.
“As an inspector, my duty is to capture wanted criminals and protect the peace of the city. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with my actions,” Mr. Gardner defended himself.
“Mr. Gardner, I’m giving you one last chance. I’m warning you; let him go immediately. If not, you shall die an unseemly death!” Hunter wasn’t taking it.
“Mr. Anderson, are you threatening me? Don’t you know the consequences of going against the police?” Mr. Gardner narrowed his eyes.
“I don’t care what the consequences are. If you won’t let Dustin go, I will tear down this building!” Hunter retorted.
Mr. Gardner’s face twisted with rage.
He never expected Natasha and Hunter to be so obstinate.
Why would they go to such lengths for a nobody like Dustin?
Didn’t they know that Mr. Granville was his father–in–law?
What’s wrong with the two of them? They wouldn’t even budge an inchi
“Mr. Anderson, don’t blame me for not warning you. It is an offense that you have barged into the Interrogation room without permission. If Mr. Granville wants to find fault. It would be a nightmare for you to handle!” Mr. Gardner quickly name–dropped his father–in–law.
“What the hell!”
Hunter lost his patience and swung a heavy blow to Mr. Gardner’s face.
“I asked you to release him immediately. What’s with all the excuses?”
“You–How dare you slap me?”
Mr. Gardner held his burning cheek in disbelief.
He was Mr. Granville’s son–in–law and a police inspector.
On account of Mr. Granville, they should know better than to provoke him! Were they going to rebel against Mr. Granville?
“What’s wrong with slapping you? Another word from you, and I’m going to put a bullet through your skull!”
Hunter drew his pistol and placed the barrel on Mr. Gardner’s forehead.
“Wh–What are you trying to do? Stop messing around!” Cold sweat ran down Mr. Gardner’s forehead.
He never expected Hunter to pull out his gun in the police station, nonetheless. Had he gone crazy as well?