With Ansel Torres‘s understanding, he knew that Harvey York would not allow something like that to happen.
“It‘s hard to find evidence that would help me now,” said Harvey calmly.
“But we should be able to find a loophole in that footage.”
“The footage?”
Ansel squinted.
Harvey nodded.
“There aren‘t many people who know the Art of Disguise here, right?”
Ansel pondered over the situation…
“The Demon Monks from India!
“Throughout history, Flutwell had been in good relations with India. The Demon Monks would pass down their Dharma to the people of Flutwell many times.
“And their Yoga would be able to change one‘s looks completely!
“This is a loophole! I‘ll handle it!”
Right as Ansel was about to leave the room…
Bam!
The interrogation room was suddenly kicked open.
About eight people were surrounding a man in a suit. An aura of an upperclassman could be felt exuding from that man.
He was at most in his thirties, but the aura on him felt extremely prominent. Clearly, he was a man with a bright future ahead of him.
Vivian Hall and the others were also standing behind him.
Harvey casually looked over and saw that the man seemed quite similar to Ansel but with a calmer temperament.
The entire room seemed a little colder because of his arrival.
The inspectors behind him were trembling in fear while they sealed their mouths shut.
Ansel froze slightly before he exclaimed, “Poe! Why are you here?!”
Then, he looked back at Harvey and explained the situation.
“This is my brother, Sir York! He‘s the government of Flutwell‘s second–in–command, Nelson Torres!”
Harvey squinted as he curiously sized up Nelson.
Nelson completely ignored Harvey when he showed Ansel a cold gaze.
“How can I not come when you‘re out here abusing your damn power?!
“You served under the Chief Instructor himself!
“You‘re the director of the Flutwell Police Station!
“There are things that you should and shouldn‘t do!
“You, of all people, should understand that!
“You‘ll embarrass the entire damn family and me if you keep misbehaving like this!”
“Nelson, Sir York‘s actually…” replied Ansel instinctively.
“Shut up!
“I don‘t want to hear it!” yelled Nelson furiously.
He crossed his arms when he walked toward Harvey with an awful look.
“You‘re Harvey, right?
“I checked your identity before I came here.
“You‘re the live–in son–in–law of Mordu‘s Jean family…
“But, you’ll have to do everything by the books now that you committed such a heinous crime here!
“I don‘t care how you met my brother, but you better deal with this mess yourself! “The Torres family will not do anything to corrupt our name!
“Don‘t try to drag my brother into this!
“You‘ll only hurt yourself even more!”
A live–in son–in–law was trying to drag Nelson‘s own brother under the bus in such a heinous crime…
Surely he would not be impressed by such a horrible person.
He would never allow such horrible influences even to graze the family!
That was why he came straight to the police station as soon as he got word.
“Mr. Torres, right?
“You‘re deeply mistaken.”