Chapter 1002

Liam kicked the table in frustration, yelling, "I'm not some machine buyer! I'm not from Seathburn City. I'm here to help you catch someone, understand?" The two interrogators exchanged glances, skepticism in their eyes, as if they were dealing with someone mentally unstable. One of them asked calmly, "Alright, then explain the severed hand and the machine in the crate." "For the last time, I'm here to help you Seathburn guys catch someone! So why the hell am I locked up?" Known for his short fuse, Liam's frustration was mounting as he tried to piece together who had set him up. He had no patience for their interrogation. The unbothered interrogator pressed further, "How many times did you transport the machines? Who's the buyer? And the seller?" "I'm the CEO of the Larson Group! Ever heard of the Larsons from Laventon? And you're asking me about buyers and sellers? Hell, I'd love to know which idiot sent off my machines!" "So the machines are yours?" the interrogator asked