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.

voice laced with unwavering certainty, ''we sent it directly to forensics for a

with no signs of tampering." Cyrus declared confidently, his words were like nails hammering into Nicholas, pinning him

links you to the crime scene

irrefutable proof of your involvement

and physical evidence are enough to convict you of first-degree murder, even without

long moment, Nicholas erupted into

of his handcuffs against the table echoed through

was

killed him after

I framed him

already arrested

Prosecute me, convict me.

"You are the police

with the

at the crime scene? Why resort to such brutality and then try to pin the blame on someone else? Were

matter how many questions they threw at him, his lips

still recovering from his injuries, made his way to Schmidt Group

pills, he forced himself

so

on their way to the meeting

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