This woman didn’t require Ann Vaughn to give her an immediate response, comforting her like a caring elder sister before leaving the interrogation room. Not long after she left, Ann Vaughn was pushed into the detention room. In the narrow space where shadows were dim and indistinct, as soon as the door behind Ann Vaughn was closed, two people squatting in the corner stood up and walked toward her. Outside the police station. A white Alfa Romeo-Giulia was parked by the roadside, and the rear car door was wide open. A man dressed in a black denim jacket stepped inside the car. The next second, the car door closed tightly. "The hidden guards left by your dad are quite formidable; they found the relevant evidence in less than ten minutes, and even hired a lawyer." The man crossed his legs, turned sideways, and looked at the small figure tapping on the computer, "I think we have nothing left to do." Kenny, who should have been at Cloudmere Manor but was now in X Country, shook his head slightly, "They’re determined to keep my mommy in their country to work for them, but they don’t want to offend her in the process, so they might resort to unconventional tactics." "If they can’t keep my mommy this time, then all my mommy’s future medical research results won’t be shared with X Country anymore." Kenny’s small chubby hands tapped on the computer, his little face turning serious, "I just fear they’ll do something desperate." Currently, the cancer cell inhibitors are only available in S Country, and the research results are held by the medical research institute, with no technical sharing to any other country. Previously, there was also a confrontation over the ’rejuvenation’ technique, which far exceeded other countries’ valuation of Ann Vaughn’s original worth. Compared to the other countries still observing, X Country, known for its violence, had fewer qualms. What they trust in is often subjugating people through force— "No matter, you wait here, I’ll go get your mommy out." The man said, putting on his black gloves, ready to get out of the car. Kenny immediately stopped him, "Wait, the news of my mommy being arrested has already spread back home. If we just take her out , even if she returns home, the stains on her reputation can’t be washed away." The man had no choice but to sit back, "You’re really such a mama’s boy... Are you sure? This isn’t easy." "I’m too busy now, find a person named Caroll from my phone and call him for me." Kenny operated the computer with both hands, his childish voice sounding somewhat solemn. The man followed his instructions, called him, and put the phone to his ear, "Who is this? The name sounds quite like that old bastard from the Inspectorate General in X Country." The man widened his eyes at Kenny, nearly dropping the phone, "You’re crazy, ancestor?? Do you know he still hasn’t given up capturing me!?" Isn’t this just delivering myself to him!? Just then, the call connected. "You finally contacted me." The voice on the phone was Caroll’s, dark and meaningful. The man immediately handed the phone to Kenny’s ear, feeling utterly frustrated. What misdeeds had he done to bump into My King on a plane, get conscripted, and now experience such human tribulations. Kenny’s eyes narrowed slightly, stopping his work, and turned the voice changer around his neck. The soft, childish voice instantly became a mature and rich tonality: "Caroll, the favor you owe me, I’ve decided how I’ll have you repay it." "Oh?" Caroll chuckled deeply, "That’s something I’m more than happy to do." Kenny caught the meaning and continued, "The P-District Police Department under you framed my friend and isn’t allowing anyone to visit her, but the evidence I’ve got can prove her innocence, what do you think?" On the computer, it displayed all the evidence the hidden guards had gathered in a short time. Caroll was silent for a few seconds, "You’re not talking about Aquarelle Vaughn, are you?" "Caroll, don’t tell me you were involved in this, too." Kenny leaned back in the seat, coolly asking. "Haha," Caroll laughed twice, "With something this important, how could they not report it to me? It’s just... her charge is drug possession, it won’t be easy to do you this favor." "Your subordinates did sloppy work, leaving behind so much evidence... Caroll, you must be very disappointed with them, right?" Caroll’s laughter nearly faltered. The two stalled in a deadlock, with Kenny in no hurry to speak, slowing down to test Caroll’s patience. "...Because she’s your friend?" Caroll conceded, "If she’s your friend, then she’s also a friend of mine." Two small dimples deepened on Kenny’s face, "Looking forward to your results." After the call ended, all the humor drained from Caroll’s face, now shadowed with malice. "Ring, ring." The phone rang again. Caroll furrowed his thick black brows, picked up the phone impatiently. Whatever was said on the other end, Caroll’s expression changed dramatically, and he immediately stood up, grabbing his coat as he headed out of the office. Inside the detention room. The sound of heavy objects falling and striking against the railings continued unabated, the guards outside remaining stone-faced, not even sparing a glance, pretending they heard nothing. If they stepped a bit closer, they would inevitably see— The two robust female inmates lay on the ground, writhing in pain, completely curled up like two jellyfish without any legs to stand on. They fixed their eyes on Ann Vaughn, who stood there with her arms folded, against the wall, still wanting to get up and continue, but the severe pain in their abdomen and paralysis in their legs made it hard for them even to stand. They thought she was just a delicate flower; as long as they left her alive, they could bully and toy with her, even lighten their sentence through it. But who knew this woman was a dominant force, untouchable! Ann stood quietly by, indifferent to their groaning, her delicate brows slightly cold, dry lips pursed. Fortunately, when learning self-defense from Cyrus Hawthorne and Dragon, they never lowered their standards for her. Otherwise, there would be no way she could overpower these two violent and fierce female inmates. Then what fate awaited her? "Go back and tell whoever sent you here that whatever they want, they won’t get. Give it up." Ann Vaughn lowered her eyes, looking at the two female inmates, her voice calm. One of the female inmates tried to prop herself up, only to fall back again, her eyes flickering upon hearing Ann’s words. Chapters fırst released on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁 "What are you talking about? We don’t understand." "Don’t understand?" Ann’s lips curved into a smile, she crouched down, pressing a golden needle on the acupoint on that inmate’s leg, her mouth cold, "How does the numbness in your legs feel? Want to know what paralysis feels like?"