Chapter 112

Abelin had gone too hard on the first bodyguard. His face was red and swollen.

That wasn't just a slap. That was like a wall of iron crashing into his face.

Abelin grabbed Mason's shirt and shoved him out the door. "Get up. We're going to the police station."

Abelin wanted to investigate him to see if he had come here on anyone's orders.

Going to the police station meant filing a police report. Since Holly was the victim, she had to come along as well.

The silk painting in the motel was important. She called someone from the archaeological team, asking them to guard the room.

They got into their cars in the middle of the night and drove to the police station in the city.

Once they arrived, Abelin dragged Mason to the lobby. He said coldly to the policemen, "Do a background check on him."

Mason was a local. With such small villages around, it was common for them to know a few people here and there.

At the police station, Mason wasn't so afraid anymore.

In fact, he began tellin