Chapter 158 Why Can't a Case with Solid Evidence Be Solved?
Barbie Club, in a private room on the third floor.
Zephyr, under the influence of alcohol, coercively engaged the woman, resorting to a combination of strikes and shoves, ultimately subduing the youthful maiden onto the sofa. He completely ignored her cries and screams, showcasing the worst side of human nature.
Did he really lack women? Couldn't he just stand in the hallway and shout, throw down three hundred dollars, and pick someone willing? Why did he have to be rough with a married woman?
Bullying. Zephyr craved the thrill that came from bullying. His pathology was different from Tyler's. Tyler lived too repressed at home, leading to a dual personality. He released all his pretense towards his father and brother to the others, compounded by the ravages of psychiatric drugs, making him seem like a madman.
But Zephyr was different. His personality was purely spoiled by his family. All his demands were met, and he could get the usual stress relief methods every day. In short, when eating, drinking, and having fun became a part of life, could he still get excited?
No, he couldn't.
So, Zephyr needed more stimulating things to add excitement to his life. Like the disgusting game he invented in the private room that made William sick; like bullying a married woman, trying to forcibly have sex her, knowing full well her husband worked there, too, deriving a sick pleasure from it.
Being drunk and making mistakes was always just an excuse because if you could make a mistake, you must be conscious.
Zephyr completely ignored the woman's desperate pleas, pressing her arms with his legs and lowering his head to undo his belt.
At that moment, the private room door opened, and a skinny young man in work clothes rushed in.
Zephyr turned his head.
"Honey!" the young man shouted, rushing over in a rage and pushing Zephyr away, "Get out."
The woman covered her face and cried on the sofa.
Seeing his wife like this, the young man couldn't suppress his anger. He grabbed Zephyr by the collar, ready to throw a punch.
Zephyr, panting, looked at him and said with a sneer, "You want to hit me. Do you believe that if I don't come here to spend money for three days, your boss will find out why and fire both of you?"
The young man froze.
"Don't want to live? Don't want to work?" Zephyr laughed and said, "It's so hard to find a job like yours nowadays."
The young man gritted his teeth, his raised arm trembling.
"Get out, close the door, and I'll give you some money later," Zephyr said, pushing the young man.
"Damn it!"
The young man, only twenty-six or twenty-seven, was full of youthful vigor. If Zephyr had stopped, he might have swallowed his pride for the sake of their jobs. But Zephyr's tone, expression, and eyes all conveyed blatant humiliation and disdain, so he couldn't control his emotions and threw a punch.
Zephyr was stunned by the punch.
"Don't hit. Don't hit..." The woman got up to stop him, "Forget it. Let's go. Don't hit him."
"Get out of the way. I'd rather work in a nuclear fallout zone than take this crap." The young man, eyes red, punched Zephyr in the head again.
"Stop it!" The woman used all her strength to pull the young man back by his waist.
Zephyr, after taking a few punches, had his lip cut by his teeth, bleeding.
The young man, panting, looked at Zephyr. "If you harass my wife again, I'll kill you."
Zephyr laughed.
"Let's go. Let's go." The woman pulled the young man's arm, trying to drag him out.
The young man glanced back at Zephyr, then took off his jacket and put it on his wife. The couple then tried to rush out of the private room.
At that moment, a dull thud sounded.
The young man, with his back to the room, stopped in his tracks, and blood started flowing from the back of his head.
"Fuck, you loser who can’t afford to live, but you still dare to fight with me?" Zephyr, eyes red, held the broken half of a wine bottle and stabbed it down.
It was unclear if Zephyr did it on purpose or if he was just panicking and stabbing randomly, but the broken bottle went straight into the young man's neck.
A few seconds later, a scream echoed in the room, presumably from the woman.
In a dilapidated brick house built by the relief agency, Alexander frowned and asked the old man, "Did you imagine all these details, or do you have solid evidence?"
"My son's case is actually not complicated. You can go to Barbie Club and ask anyone who was there that day. They will tell you the details just like I did," the old man replied, looking at Alexander. "Even though it happened in a private room, could people outside not hear the shouting and fighting? Everyone at Barbie Club knows what happened that day, so there's no need to imagine anything."
Alexander was silent.
"I don't have any solid evidence. I pieced together the details by asking many people," the old man said, tears in his eyes as he looked at Alexander. "But if you really want to investigate and seek justice for ordinary people like us, you can find dozens of witnesses because my son and daughter-in-law never came out of that private room. Someone told me that when the fight started, only Zephyr's friends went in, and no one else dared to intervene. Later, two cars arrived downstairs, and someone saw them throw the bodies out the window from the third floor. Then Zephyr walked out swaggering."
"Didn't you try to find witnesses to report to the Riverside District police?" John asked.
"After my son and daughter-in-law had their accident, I went to people at least forty or fifty times, begging anyone who knew what happened. I have no money to repay them, so I could only beg for their pity," the old man said, wiping his tears. "But to this day, no one is willing to come forward and testify."
Everyone fell silent.
The old man raised his head. "I understand that people are afraid of Zephyr. But I'm not afraid anymore. My son and daughter-in-law are gone, leaving only a boy and my wife and me. She's sick, lying in that room. We've discussed it, and even if we die, we'll die fighting for justice. I don't want Zephyr's money or an apology. I just want the law to give the fairest judgment and find out where he buried my son so my wife and I can visit."
Alexander pondered for a moment, then stood up and said to the old man, "Alright, I'll look into this case for you."
"Can you really investigate it?" the old man asked, somewhat doubtful.
"If I can't figure it out, then this case will have no resolution." Alexander sighed.
When the old man heard this, his cloudy eyes lit up with hope again. "Thank you!"
River State.
Robert stood in the wasteland, staring into the distance.
Andrew glanced at him. "You're finally back to life."
Robert looked at Andrew and said steadily, "We can't have no one managing things at home. I'm planning to go back to Pine City."
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