Chapter 60 I Thought You Just Hadn’t Checked Your Phone. I Didn’t Expect You to Be Arrested

"Fake potion seller?" John was even more confused. Just as he was about to be taken away, he wailed, "Let me put away the potion first. This is worth hundreds of thousands of Stellar Coins!"

"You guys are really bad, selling this stuff for hundreds of thousands of Stellar Coins."

A Spirit Guard looked indignant and extremely angry but didn't stop John from putting it away. Otherwise, if someone picked it up, it might cause even more trouble.

John and David were taken to the Spirit Control Bureau in the City of Wisdom, completely bewildered.

In the interrogation room of the Spirit Control Bureau, a Spirit Guard asked sternly, "Speak up. Where is the gang behind you two? Hurry up, or you'll be punished."

John explained, "I'm really not selling fake potions."

John rubbed his forehead, wondering how everything had changed after just one trip to the Alternate Dimension.

"Not admitting it, huh? We'll have the victims identify you later."

The Spirit Guard snorted coldly and walked out of the interrogation room.

In the Black Market, there were both real and fake products, and the Spirit Control Bureau usually wouldn't bother with such small matters. But recently, the phony potion sellers had become too arrogant, involving amounts of up to tens of millions of Stellar Coins.

About half an hour later.

"Let's go, see the victims you deceived!"

The Spirit Guard took John out, and in the hall of the Spirit Control Bureau, more than a dozen people had gathered. They were all representatives of the victims.

"Take a look, is it him?"

In an instant, more than a dozen people looked at John and David, but they directly ignored David.

"It's him! It's definitely him!!" a young man shouted.

"Because of him, our contract spirits got sick and have been in a weakened state."

Everyone was furious, glaring angrily at John.

John's mouth twitched. 'How did I become a fake potion seller?' he wondered.

John asked, "Are you sure the potion was sold to you by me?"

John felt very confused. His potion couldn't possibly be fake. Otherwise, the golden Slime would have had problems long ago.

"This guy is your accomplice, right? He claimed that the person selling the fake potions was selling genuine products!"

Someone took out a phone and showed a photo.

"Jacob?"

John took a closer look and immediately recognized the person. It was Jacob, the vendor next to him.

Now he knew why Jacob had disappeared. He had run away.

John said helplessly, "He's just a scam artist selling mud. We're not close."

John thought, 'No wonder they got scammed. Their IQ is really low.'

"Think about it. Did you have any problems when you used my potion?" John asked.

John's question made everyone fall silent.

Just as the atmosphere grew tense, a middle-aged man suddenly walked in.

"Owen!" David shouted loudly as if he had found a savior.

Owen, a friend of David's father, had delivered the bonus for capturing a fugitive to John that day.

"Captain!" The Spirit Guards in the hall all looked over.

"What's going on?" Owen frowned and asked.

A Spirit Guard explained the situation to him, and Owen's eyes showed contemplation.

He knew these two might be mischievous, but they wouldn't sell fake potions, especially in such large amounts.

Owen asked, "John, what's your situation?"

Although Owen knew them, he didn't release them immediately to avoid gossip.

"Owen, we've been wronged. Even if I'm short on Stellar Coins, I would never sell fake potions! A medium-grade Power Potion costs ten thousand Stellar Coins a bottle, and many people can't afford it."

John wore a look of sorrow and sighed. "My Power Potion only costs eight thousand Stellar Coins. I'm just seventeen, and I want them to be able to buy affordable potions."

Owen rubbed his forehead. Owen thought, 'You really know how to talk.' But as a Spirit Guard for so many years, he still caught the key information.

"Your Power Potion sells for eight thousand Stellar Coins. There's no potion that cheap."

Owen's sharp gaze fell on John, giving an invisible sense of pressure.

John didn't care at all, shrugged, and said, "My potions are from SourceLife Pharmaceuticals. If you don't believe me, I can have someone from the company verify it."

As a large corporation in the City of Wisdom, it certainly had the credentials to prove John's innocence.

With that, Owen nodded and returned the phone and other items to John.

Upon unlocking his phone, John saw that there were messages on Facebook from an hour ago.

Caspar: [John, the Beast Guard is planning to celebrate tonight. Do you want to join us for dinner?]

John raised an eyebrow and immediately sent a message on Facebook.

John: [Mr. Kane, I've been arrested by the Spirit Control Bureau. They insist I'm selling fake potions.]

Caspar: [Seeing you not reply, I thought you just hadn't checked your phone. I didn't expect you to be arrested. Please wait for me.]

John put away his phone and looked at Owen.

John asked, "Mr. Jensen, do you have any leads on the fake potions case?"

John was very angry now. Someone dared to use his name to scam people.

Not only had it ruined his reputation, but it also got him arrested by the Spirit Control Bureau.

Most importantly, they didn't even share the Stellar Coins with him!

John felt extremely angry.

"Not at the moment. The Spirit Control Bureau has a lot on its plate right now and can't spare many people," Owen shook his head.

Even the Spirit Guards who arrested John and David were just interns.

John said, "Mr. Jensen, I think we should leverage the people's power. Post a task at the Beast Tamer Association and offer some Interstellar Points as a reward. Someone will definitely be willing to help!"

John's eyes lit up as he suggested to Owen.

Owen's eyes widened. Owen thought, 'You really know how to talk.'

Interstellar Points was incredibly precious, far beyond the value that Stellar Coins could measure. Not to mention that he was only a captain of the Spirit Control Bureau. Even the bureau chief needed to apply for them from above.

John's words had triggered a thought in him. Given that they were indeed understaffed, it made sense to post a task and enlist the help of others.

After a while, a dark-skinned man walked in from the hall.

Caspar had a smile on his face. "John, how does it feel to be in jail?"

John felt helpless. John thought, 'Do you really want me to stay in jail?'

He said helplessly, "Caspar, cut the crap and help prove my innocence so I can go home."