Chapter 382 Criminal Confusion
"Good day Mr. TYBALT.
I am your attorney.... Mr. Allister McLaren
And I'm here to help you get through this."
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Tybalt blinked in confusion, while looking at the well groomed in man before him.
Eh?.... wasn't he brought here to be released instead?
Ughhhhhhh!!!!!... at the end of the day, was this man sent here by his majesty Alec or not?
And what the hell was this attorney thing?
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A few minutes later, Tybalt's face immediately became distorted and he immediately flared up from anger.
'Bang!'
He hit the table violently and tried to reach out to grab the Lawyer's neck with his handcuffed hands.
But of course, when they had previously left him alone in the room, they had connected his cuffs to some circular metal hoops on the table.
So he couldn't really do much to Mr. Allister there.
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He continued to reach out to Allister with all this might.... and had even injured himself in the process, as the handcuffs continued to dig deep into his flesh the more he struggled to get closer to Allister.
His eyes were restless, and his very fingernails kept scratching the table.... as he leaned forward towards Allister.
"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!
You prick!!
What the hell do you mean by I might have to spend many years behind bars in Baymard?
Hmmp!... just you wait!
When my boss sends someone to come and get me.... then we'll see who will have the last laugh!!" Tybalt said fiercely.
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Allister looked at the raging Tybalt, and did his best to maintain a calm facade.
He had been teaching law in Baymard, ever since the first hatch of law student's came in during March.
But even before that... his majesty had started teaching him several subjects partaking to law ever since October last year.
And one of the most important courses of all was psychology and Criminology.
So while talking to Tybalt, he had seen taking note of every little thing that Tybalt had been doing or saying while they spoke.
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Of course he was scared of Tybalt's outburst!!
Who wouldn't when faced with a skilled spy or assassin?
But due to his training, and all the knowledge he had acquired so far... he knew that keeping a calm facade was the best way to go.
Plus... some of his 'specially selected' students were watching him from behind the black screen, while taking notes.
So how could he dare to look uncool in front of them?
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"Mr. Tybalt..... you need not be alarmed.
Like I said.... I'm your legal attorney, and I'm here to help you get through this." Allister said in a calm tone, with a slight smile on his face.
His students at the back of the screen who had almost peed themselves from Tybalt's outburst.... all had eyes of admiration, while looking at their professors back profile.
'So cool!!', they thought.
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"Mr. Tybalt.... do you really think that your boss will come and save you all at the end of the day?
Look around you and wake up!..... because if you don't cooperate with me from now on, then this will be your new home for the next few years.
That .... I can assure you." Allister said calmly.
"Hmmp!... do you really think that I'm that easy to deceive?
If what you say is true... then why is it that you all haven't even tortured us ever since we got here?
Tsk!... do you think that I'm a child?
If my boss didn't threaten you all, then why would you let us be without torturing us?" Tybalt said arrogantly.
"Mr. Tybalt, I'm sorry to say this... but you have it all wrong.
You see.... here in Baymard, we don't torture prisoners like what you're used to
Here, prisoners have rights..... Human rights to be precise."
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Tybalt opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
What a load of crap!!!
But just to be sure, he still felt like asking this 'lawyer' of his what he meant by having human rights.
And after listening to it all, as well as seeing the folder of papers in the lawyers hands..... he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Why the hell did he have hope in the first place?
Normally, people wouldn't risk their lives to save spies or assassins, so what made him have hope initially?
Dammit!
It was only because of the no torturing thing, that really made him and his colleagues restless.
No one in the entire Pyno continent.....No! the entire Hertfilia, would capture men and not torture them.
That is.... unless, the backers or organizations behind these spies or assassins were not yo be touched.
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For example, one had to know that the Crimson Organization led by Mr. Death... which was one of the largest Assassin organization in Arcadina, had a law that anyone who killed any of their members, would end up dead within a month's time max.
It simply meant that they could kill you, bully you, and even trample on you..... but if one dared to touch any of their members, then for sure, he or she would definitely die no matter what!
So when people caught assassins from that organization, they were usually hesitant to kill them off.... unless they were absolutely sure of their strength.
Who asked them to be so weak?
This was still a strength based world after all..... and power was still everythimost men.
So what else was he supposed to think... except for the fact that maybe his boss had come to their rescue?
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"Mr. Tybalt.... to be honest, it really doesn't have to be this way you know....." Allister said with a faint smile on his face.
"What do you mean....?" Tybalt asked curiously.
"To put it simply, If you can give us what we want.... then we can reduce your sentence substantially in the end."
"And what do you want?" Tybalt asked while looking at the calm and collected Allister.
"A name Mr. Tybalt..... We want your employer's name.
Of course no one will ever know that you were the one who gave out the name eventually.
Don't worry... we have our ways to reduce your sentence without others being suspicious of it all.
So give us that, and the rest is history.
Ahhh... it looks like my time is up!
Well..... Mr. Tybalt, I'll be coming again tomorrow to see you and your friends again.
So goodbye Mr. Tybalt..... sleep well, and do think about it again alright?"
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Tybalt sat there lost in thought, while watching Allister leave the room leisurely .
What should he do now?
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While Tybalt and the rest were subconsciously questioning their next moves.....somewhere within District G in the Central region, several people were hurriedly moving towards one of the lower rated hotels just by the national park.
'Din! Din! Din! Din! Din! Din! Din!'
The sounds of synchronized steady footsteps could be heard uniformly as they walked through the hotel's lobby.
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"Good day guests... how may I be of any assistance to you all?"
"I'm Detective Maurice from the B.P.D (Baymard Police Department).... and these are my associates.
We're here with a search warrant for room 229 and room 230."
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