Chapter 87. Fucking Scared

“Robbery?” the policeman asks, confused. Zeath nods in affirmation. “Alright, let me quickly go through our files. Did you commit the robbery?”

“I just said I’m reporting myself for a crime, didn’t I?”

“Describe your case, then.”

“It’s a warehouse of gold. I was shot by gun traps, and the warehouse owner submitted himself for the unlawful handling of guns. I believe he’s in your custody now.”

The officer’s gaze is attached to his screen for quite a long time. Since I soon get tired of standing, I proceed to take a seat.

“There’s no case like that, sir,” the man says afterward. I’m the most confused, because I’m literally the one who was told everything.

“What do you mean there’s no case like that?” I ask without warning. “Please, let me meet the DPO. He should know.”

“Sorry, unless you have an appointment you can’t—”

“I can reduce your workload by providing evidence to prove what all the petitioners are saying,” Zeath cuts in