Dylan Dawson’s lips curved slightly, this person had more tricks than Old Master Quinn, knowing he couldn’t let go of his parents, he used this as bait to deliberately lure him into a trap. "Dylan Dawson, you’ve been captured. Surrender, and you might seek a more lenient treatment." Hugo Quinn said with a curved mouth, in tonight’s situation, Dylan Dawson couldn’t escape even with wings. Dylan Dawson didn’t plan to escape either. When he heard the news, he already knew something was off, but he couldn’t control his longing and decided to take a gamble. Before coming to the detention center, he had arranged everything. "Hugo Quinn, do you really think I don’t have a backup plan?" He slowly walked out, without any intention of resistance, and willingly extended his hands. The police nearby saw this and quickly handcuffed his wrists. Dylan Dawson was taken to the police station. On the way, he was very calm, seemingly confident. A beam of light shone on his face, and he squinted his eyes slightly, raising his hand to block it. Hugo Quinn and several police officers sat opposite him with serious expressions, the superiority evident in their positions. However, Dylan Dawson didn’t mind these details. He slightly adjusted, then opened his eyes. "Dylan Dawson, look at the documents in front of you. It’s everything you’ve done over the years, every case, enough to sentence you to death." The officer’s tone was furious, unable to believe that so many unsolved cases were the handiwork of this man, he’s practically a demon! Dylan Dawson’s smile widened, nonchalantly picking up the documents beside him to glance through, finding that indeed, all were his deeds, many even from ages past. He was skilled enough that those cases still haven’t found the culprit. Casually flipping through, Dylan Dawson tossed the documents aside. "I did it, so what? Those who died were just unlucky, that was their fate!" Several officers wished they could punch him in the face! Dylan Dawson leaned back lightly, appearing somewhat relaxed. "I came prepared. If you don’t release me, my people will blow up fifteen locations in the city, all in the most crowded spots. You might as well try keeping me here, it would only mean more would accompany me in death." The people present felt a chill. Dylan Dawson was too ruthless, without a shred of humanity. Dylan Dawson didn’t care about any of this, idly twirling a pen in his hand, looking at the men with slightly changed expressions. "I never lie. You can try, in an hour, an explosion will occur, and by then, you’ll have to trouble you guys to collect bodies." Despite being at a disadvantage, at this moment, he seemed like a god holding everyone’s fate in his hands. Hugo Quinn’s eyes narrowed slightly. Dealing with such a person was terrifying, as he was heartless, anyone could become his pawn. Dylan Dawson had already anticipated this outcome, so he wasn’t worried at the detention center about being taken away. The clock on the wall ticked slowly, making the atmosphere exceptionally heavy. Dylan Dawson didn’t speak, watching the men in front of him discussing, probably doubting the truth of his words. But he didn’t defend himself at all, an evil smile curled at his lips. "Are you thinking of uncovering those fifteen bombs? You’re overthinking. This city is vast, to exclude each one would take tremendous time. Gentlemen, I don’t have that much time to waste here. In an hour, the bombs will explode one by one, then you’ll know if I’m telling the truth." The police didn’t doubt his words, considering his past deeds, such an act was believable for him. Hugo Quinn suddenly stood up, whispering a few words into the ears of the officers, unable to stand by watching so many die needlessly. Though tonight’s scenario was of his planning, he wasn’t as insane as Dylan Dawson to drag everyone to die together. Thus, in their duel, he was destined to lose. The officers nodded, deciding to reassess the situation. "Dylan Dawson, the harm you’ve brought this land is immense. Cease your madness immediately, and we’ll fly you out of the country. Based on our knowledge, you’ve long renounced this side’s nationality, no longer our national, so we’ll take deportation action against you. This is our final concession, otherwise, even at all costs, we’ll execute you." Dylan Dawson was a smart man, knowing he had angered everyone, staying alive was already fortunate, alive to plan further. His smile broadened, taking a faint glance at Hugo Quinn who sat silently to the side. "What a pity. Your meticulous planning was easily crushed by me. I wonder how that feels, Hugo Quinn? My parents fell in Old Master Quinn’s hands, did you think I’d fall into yours? How naive." Hugo Quinn ignored him, remaining eyes closed, indifferent. If he responded, Dylan Dawson would only grow more smug. Follow current novels on novel•fire.net Dylan Dawson was pulled up by several people, pausing when passing Hugo Quinn. "As long as I’m alive, I’ll be the Quinton Family’s nightmare. Hugo Quinn, prepare for my revenge." His lips curved, nonchalantly leaving. Hugo Quinn was angry, having come up with such a great plan, only for it to fall through. Though Dylan Dawson was deported, he would gain a long period of peace, but such peace could be shattered at any time. It seemed he had to have the Crawford Family stay guarded against Dylan Dawson, and once there was news of him, kill immediately. Only then would the danger surrounding him be completely eliminated. "Where are your accomplices? Will the bombs still go off even if we release you?" Several officers were uneasy, bringing him onto the plane. Dylan Dawson’s mouth curled, "I’m in your hands now, that’s my only leverage. Do you think I’d joke about it? As long as I’m safely abroad, I’ll immediately notify my people to retreat promptly." Landing abroad, it was already three in the morning, and due to distrust in Dylan Dawson, several were constantly by his side, wanting to see if peace would prevail back home. If the bombs still exploded, they’d kill this man immediately. Fortunately, throughout the night, nothing happened back home, a call soon reached them, saying to release Dylan Dawson immediately, and they’d remove the bombs. Dylan Dawson smiled, watching as the man unlocked his handcuffs, suavely stepping onto a helicopter nearby. "Until we meet again."