Chapter 163 The Elegant Mr. Wilde
The car doors flew open, and Alexander led six armed men charging straight down Maple Street.
Half a minute later...
At the entrance of a big card room, Zephyr, cigarette dangling from his lips, was about to get into a car when John rushed up from behind and yanked his hair. "Don't move."
"Shit."
Zephyr cursed, wincing in pain. "What the hell?"
Alexander and his crew swarmed in, twisted Zephyr's arms behind his back, and elbowed him in the head twice.
Bent over, Zephyr snarled. "What are you doing?"
"Police business. You're involved in a case." Alexander patted Zephyr's head. "Cooperate."
"Involved? You must be mistaken. Do you know who I am?" Zephyr roared.
"I said cooperate. Why don't you get it?" Alexander raised his arm and smacked Zephyr's head with the butt of his gun, then turned and shouted, "Move out, now."
In less than two minutes, they dragged Zephyr off Maple Street and shoved him into a police car.
"Head to the forensic department, hurry up," Alexander ordered as he got in.
"Which department are you from? Are you insane?" Zephyr panted, glaring at Alexander. "I'm a council member from Riverside District. What right do you have to arrest me?"
Alexander ignored him, reached into his pocket, pulled out two phones, turned them off, and tossed them into an evidence bag.
"What the hell is this?"
"Give me my phone back so I can make calls."
Zephyr, fuming in the car, spat angrily.
John, fed up, punched him twice. "Say another word, and I'll stuff your underwear in your mouth."
Zephyr's cheeks reddened from the punches, and he glared but stayed silent.
At the forensic department...
John found a buddy and said, "We need you to work overtime on this, get us the results ASAP."
"Where's the guy?" his friend, in a white coat, asked.
"In the hallway."
"Bring him in." His friend waved.
Seconds later, Zephyr was brought into the room, and Alexander immediately ordered, "Strip him."
Zephyr was stunned and roared again, "What you're doing is illegal, a serious invasion of privacy..."
In less than two minutes, Zephyr was stripped and handcuffed to an iron bed. He covered his crotch, looking embarrassed and red-faced.
John bent down, glanced at his crotch, and cursed, "Damn, a guy with such a small dick can cause such a big stir."
"Fuck!" Zephyr cursed in shame and anger.
John's friend put on a mask and waved at Alexander. "Just leave a couple of people to watch him. I'll collect his fingerprints, hair, and saliva. The earliest we can get results is in two days."
Alexander thought for a moment and said, "There are eight of us, we'll take turns. John leads one team, I'll lead the other. Until we get the results, we can't let this guy out of our sight."
"You're really serious about this?" the forensic friend was surprised.
"This guy has some connections. If I don't keep a close watch, we might face resistance," Alexander explained with a bitter smile.
The forensic expert looked at Zephyr with disgust and asked, "Are you the bastard who killed that couple?"
Zephyr was stunned, finally realizing why he was arrested.
The forensic expert slapped Zephyr's hand away from his crotch and scolded, "Put your hands behind your back, face me. Your dick's so small. What are you even covering?"
Zephyr trembled with anger but, after a moment, put his hands behind his back.
"Alright, let's check for any injuries from the past six months and take some photos," the forensic expert called to his colleagues and got to work.
During Zephyr's examination, Alexander stayed close by, even eating in the hallway outside.
A few hours later...
William called Zephyr at the agreed time, but there was no answer. Sensing something was off, he contacted people around Zephyr.
Soon, everyone realized Zephyr was missing and started using their connections to find him.
Not long after, Knox's arrest came up, and William, through his contacts in the Black Street District police, found out why Zephyr was missing.
William, always the opportunist, saw this as a chance to improve relations with Zephyr's family. Instead of notifying Zephyr's father, Adam, he drove to Adam's office himself.
The district council had its own office, small and only three stories high, but located in the busiest part of Riverside District.
William politely registered at the front desk, stating he had urgent family matters to discuss with Adam. The receptionist then called Adam's office.
About ten minutes later...
William arrived at the third-floor office area and knocked on Councilman Wilde's door.
The door opened, revealing a bald, dark-skinned middle-aged man in a tight blue shirt. He frowned at William and asked, "Are you William from the Patrick family?"
"Yes. I'm here to see Mr. Wilde."
"Don't you recognize me?" Adam asked directly.
William was taken aback and immediately extended his hand. "Hello, Mr. Wilde."
"Come in." Adam nodded and turned to walk inside.
William followed Adam in, closing the door, and looked around, surprised. Adam's demeanor and attire made him seem more like a businessman than a politician.
"The receptionist said you're here for Zephyr?" Adam asked, sitting on the sofa, "What happened to him?"
William snapped back and responded politely, "Mr. Wilde, he's been arrested."
"Arrested? By whom?" Adam looked surprised.
"By the Black Street District police," William explained briefly, "I asked around, and it seems to be related to something Zephyr did at the Barbie Club four or five months ago."
Adam was momentarily stunned but showed no particular surprise or asked what Zephyr did at the Barbie Club.
"I used to work at the Black Street District police station, and I still have some friends there. I dug a bit deeper and found out that the arresting officers were prepared because Knox, who often hangs out with Zephyr, was arrested first," William explained calmly, "I was worried this wasn't a random arrest but a targeted one, so I came to inform you."
Adam frowned and cursed, "That bastard always causes trouble."
William was stunned to hear such crude language from a chief councilman.
Around 8 PM...
Alexander and John's phones rang almost non-stop, with calls from higher-ups or superiors.
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