Chapter 2089: Chapter 1911: I’m a Victim Now "Don’t hit people, just stand there, don’t move." Outside the door. A Malaysian police officer was about to open the door. "Huh?" "Where’s my key?" He searched through every pocket. But. After searching for a while, he couldn’t find it, smacked his forehead and said, "I remember now, it’s in the drawer. Wait, I’ll go get it." After speaking, he quickly turned and left, Vika breathed a sigh of relief, saved. However. The next moment. "Stop!" "Hands off." "You." "Ah!!!" A scream. Continues. Vika’s tears started flowing, sobbing, "You unruly bunch, not even listening to the guards, no wonder you’re locked up here, serves you right, ’Help, someone, come save me.’" He shouted. Cried out. Half a minute later. "Step step!" The sound of rubber shoes on the ground was heard, five people immediately stopped, sat back on the bed, and looked around as if they were not the ones who had been beating up earlier, leaving Vika gasping for breath, laying dazed on the ground. Oh, the anger! "Why are you still lying on the ground?" "I..." Vika’s voice shivered. Oh hell. Do you think I like this? "They just hit me again," Vika complained. "Really?" The guard opened the door and glanced at everyone. "Nope." One guy shook his head. "We wouldn’t dare." "Right." "You said to stop, and we stopped immediately. As for why he kept yelling, he’s probably trying to falsely accuse us, we all saw him rolling on the ground by himself, shouting about who knows what." In the tone. Was a deep confusion, as if looking at Vika like he was crazy. "Really?" The guard looked at Vika. At this moment. Vika opened his mouth wide, this ability to distort the truth is definitely on par with him, he got up, pointed at a few people, and shouted angrily, "Too much, you’re too much." Saying this. He rushed over, ready to take his revenge, thinking that with the guard present, they wouldn’t dare fight back. Only. Vika once again misjudged the situation. "Bang!" A kick. He clutched his stomach, kneeling on the ground. "You saw it, he started it," a few people shrugged helplessly, claiming self-defense. ... Not long after. Vika was taken to the Interrogation Room. At this moment. Vika was devastated. His face hurt, his body hurt, even his heart hurt. God, it’s only been one day, and he’s been in the interrogation room three times, each worse than the last. He felt today was his day of suffering. Caught. Misfire. Getting hit. Never been this unfortunate in his life. "Why were you fighting?" This question. Instantly. Vika felt terrible, putting on a ’are you blind’ expression, angrily saying: "I was beaten, beaten, not fighting, I was the victim all along, I was the one being hit." "Oh." The person opposite replied indifferently and then asked: "Then why were you beaten?" Upon hearing this. Vika’s face turned red with anger, "How would I know, I’m the victim, once again, I’m the victim, why I got beaten, ask them, they’re the assailants, get it right." "Oh." Another indifferent reply. "Hang on." Then. He turned and left, leaving Vika bewildered. Ha! Ha ha! Vika was infuriated to laughter. I... calm, calm, don’t stoop to their level. After a while, Vika regained his composure, getting ready to criticize them later. One minute. ... Five minutes. ... Twenty minutes. ... Half an hour passed. "Where’s everyone?" Vika realized something was off, how come nobody’s back yet. "Hey!" "Hey!" "Why is it taking so long?" "..." Shouted for five minutes, still, no one came in. "Is anyone here, someone come out, I won’t criticize you, just let me out first, I’m hungry, I want to eat, I want water, I want..." A few minutes later. "I want... to complain about you." Feeling like crying. He’d been forgotten. Waiting and waiting. Waiting and waiting. An hour later. "Clang!" Suddenly. The door opened, Vika perked up. "Huh." "You’re still here?" The newcomer showed an expression of surprise. "..." Me. I’m handcuffed here, where else could I be? Vika was too exhausted to complain, people say Malaysian police’s average quality isn’t high, but leaving me forgotten in the interrogation room, that’s a big joke, isn’t it? Also. You’re quickly finishing the sausage in your hand, what’s the deal? "I... I’m hungry." Vika’s multitude of words condensed into one sentence. "Wait, I’ll buy you something." "Wait..." Vika wanted to make an order, but the person had already dashed off. Then. Once again, only Vika was left here. At this moment, he couldn’t help but reflect on this legendary day, really stimulating, thinking it should be over, no more surprises. "Here it is." Quickly. A lunch was placed before Vika. Hamburger. French Fries. Cola. Vika was speechless, so casually treating me. "My treat, don’t hold back." "..." This isn’t about whether you treat or not, fine, eat it, it’s better than nothing. Vika struggled to swallow the food he hadn’t eaten for who knows how long, resisting the urge to order a feast. Ate enough. Drank enough. "Now, regarding the fight earlier." "What?" "They said you insulted them and started the fight. They tried to persuade you to stop, but when it didn’t work, they retaliated." "WHAT?" Just after eating, Vika felt gasping in anger. "Nonsense, they’re lying, I just told them to step aside, I didn’t insult them, clearly they started it first, I’m not convinced, I demand a face-to-face confrontation." Vika wouldn’t admit. "You sure?" "What’s wrong?" "There’s no surveillance there, so we can’t determine the cause of the incident. According to usual principles, the testimony of the majority has a higher chance of being adopted. Do you have any evidence to prove your claim?" "Evidence... You..." Darn. Vika had no evidence. "Don’t have it?" "No." Grinding his teeth, Vika replied. "Then it’s tricky. However, as an injured party, you can ask for their apology, and regarding medical expenses, when you return, we can divide responsibility, how does that sound?" the person opposite said. At this time. Vika only realized... Oh hell... I’m the injured party now. Oh crap. If I’d known earlier, I would’ve asked to go to the hospital instantly, why suffer here, besides, these people, not sure if they’re just filling in numbers, when I got injured, they didn’t immediately send me to the doctor. Ouch. The whole body bruised blue and purple. Hurts. I want to go to the hospital, I need a nurse, I want to stay for a few more days. "Alright." Vika didn’t expect this perk from getting beaten. At the hospital, at least there was a bed, not sleeping on a hard board or with criminals, even if he did bad things, he had standards. Not on the same level as them. One high-grade. One low-grade. After that. Vika was escorted into a car, heading to the nearby hospital. Looking at the gun on the police officer’s waist next to him, Vika shivered, every time he recalled this morning’s life and death moment, he was frightened. ... On another side. "What?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 Luo Xi was dumbfounded. "Bail for medical treatment? How did I not know about this?" Someone got the news that Vika was going for an injury examination, written quite tragically, but some felt it was the strength of the Suto Family.