Can’t Win Me Back

Nicholas' emotionless eyes widened as he watched the video.

It depicted a dimly lit alley behind a nightclub, where Nathan, the leader of the Ivory Gang, pinned his subordinate to the ground, raining blows upon him.

Shortly after, Nathan left the scene.

The subordinate was still alive.

He was attempting to get up when a dark figure suddenly leaped down from a wall.

Cyrus fixed Nicholas with an intense stare, his eyes betraying tension in the muscles around them.

The unexpected assailant didn't hesitate.

He stomped on the Ivory Gang member, grabbed a rock, and smashed it on the man's head thrice.

The subordinate crumpled, his head a sickening mess of blood.

A pool of crimson bloomed around him, a horrifying final image as life ebbed away.

The initial lighting was dim, shrouding the killer's face in darkness.

However, as if by fate's intervention, the lighting on the nightclub‘s flashy signage flickered to life momentarily, revealing the killer's face—Nicholas, his features spattered with blood.

the video," Cyrus began, his voice laced with unwavering certainty, ''we sent it directly to forensics for a

is entirely authentic, with no signs of tampering." Cyrus declared confidently, his words were like

physical evidence links you to the

your involvement in

and physical evidence are enough to convict you of first-degree murder, even without a confession." A heavy

long moment, Nicholas erupted into a chilling, manic

of his handcuffs against

was

killed him after

I framed him for the

already arrested

Prosecute me, convict me.

it." "You are the police commissioner,"

with

to such brutality and then try to pin the blame on someone else? Were you acting under someone's orders?" Nicholas shut his

they threw at him, his lips remained

next morning, Jameson, still recovering from his injuries, made

pills, he forced

option, so

to the meeting room when