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This eunuch-looking guy spoke with extremely sarcastic words. Victor stared at his chin for a long time, wondering whether he was clean shaven or whether he had no beard at all.
"Don't worry, even if Senior Mark dies unfortunately, it won't be the turn of a bastard like you to be the investigator..."
Henry said coldly.
Whedon immediately became angry: "How could you talk to me like this? It's so rude. Do you know what you said?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Weeden. Although I have little qualifications, I am a formal investigator. Although you have worked in the Prosecution Bureau for almost ten years, you are still a formal investigator and not my boss..."
Henry's reply stunned Weeden.
It took him two seconds to react, and he immediately glanced at the two people next to him. The two trainee investigators who listened to him immediately dismounted, blocking Henry's sight and trajectory.
"I advise you not to interfere in other people's family affairs." One of the guys threatened Henry coldly.
Weeden glanced at Pierce, who held the water glass knowingly and dangled it in front of Victor, while the latter kept looking at the glass.
Henry was stopped and couldn't help Victor. He knew what Weeden meant. It was not easy for the police to attack each other, so Weeden used Pierce to humiliate Victor to humiliate Henry.
At this time, Pierce lowered his head and leaned into Victor's ear again: "You are still in the mood to drink here. It really opened my eyes. In the current situation, do you want to beg me to give you a chance?"
Victor didn't listen to his words and was still concerned about the cup. He coughed and replied: "Sorry, this is not wine, it is mine..."
Before he finished speaking, Pierce raised his cup and took a sip, then frowned.
"It's not whiskey? It's really strange. The expression on your face when you drank water made me confused. But that's right, you probably don't have money to buy wine now."
He drank a few more sips, and Victor suddenly didn't bother to remind him.
"Well, if you beg me or help me lick my boots clean, I can consider taking you in as a gardener or an ordinary laborer to look after the plantation or something... Of course, you have to give up everything you have.
inheritance rights.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Victor sighed.
"So have you met Thomas at all?"
"I'll see you soon." Pierce took another sip of water.
After hearing this, Victor understood everything. He took a deep breath, raised two fingers and said to Pierce: "You are wrong about two things."
"Oh?" Pierce was confused.
"First, the water you drank was spit out by me..."
"As for the second..."
Before he finished speaking, Victor suddenly stood up from the stool, kicked Pierce out, and raised his middle finger at him rolling on the ground.