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Chapter 32 Taking Advantage of Someone's Downfall

The people who blocked the door and caused trouble finally left, and the scene that brought shame to the Upper East Side Police Station finally came to an end.

The officers stood frozen in place, their clothes soaked with cold sweat, their chests heaving, and they were all panting heavily.

The relief of surviving the ordeal spread among the police officers, who had genuinely felt they were going to die, as if they were surrounded by mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and a hail of bullets.

Fortunately, it's all over now, nothing worse happened, and they didn't become the next Le Bon Dupont.

"That's it, everyone disperse!"

Tobias Gibson waved his hand and began to disperse the group of police officers who were standing there dumbfounded.

He continued, "Get back to work right now! Do what you're supposed to do. Haven't you heard how disheartened the taxpayers are by our actions?"

The officers present felt as if they had been granted a pardon and fled the police station compound as if they were escaping. Some quickly ran back into the building, while others walked straight out of the police station. Even the two guards didn't want to continue standing guard.

In the blink of an eye, the courtyard became empty, with only three section chiefs remaining in the large courtyard. They were of similar age and held similar positions in the police station, all of whom were powerful figures in the station.

Hector Evans wiped the cold sweat from his brow as he walked toward Tobias Gibson.

"Tobias," Evans stopped beside Gibson, "the young women who are with Montague are killers—"

Tobias Gibson raised a finger, interrupting Hector Evans.

"I think so, but we have no proof that she killed that fat pig," Gibson said. "If you want revenge, I won't stop you."

Evans understood Gibson's unspoken message: If you want to die, I won't stop you.

"Tobias," Evans continued, "among the transcendents, wouldn't she be considered one of the best?"

Gibson suddenly sighed and said, "I'm not sure, she didn't reveal much, but I'm certain that if she had tried to make a move just now, all of you would probably be dead."

Upon hearing this, Hector Evans was startled.

Evans had worked in the police department for many years and had dealt with many Beyonders, but no one had ever put so much pressure on him.

At this point, Tobias Gibson chuckled, with a hint of self-deprecation, and continued, "If she really wanted to do something, I absolutely wouldn't stop her. Not only would I not stop her, I would turn around and run away."

Having served in the police force for many years, Evans could sense that the chief inspector's right-hand man was not lying. If a real fight had broken out just now, this round, fat man would have definitely run away.

"Should we be thankful?" Evans said self-deprecatingly, "Thankful that Montagu hasn't completely broken ties with us yet?"

"Hector, you're celebrating too soon," Gibson said. "Some people in the police department have climbed the social ladder and are planning to use all of our lives to advance their own careers."

These words are no longer just hints; they're practically a direct naming.

Everyone in the police station knew that Gregory Barnes was deliberately targeting Montague.

It could be said that the disgrace that the Upper East Side Police Department has suffered today is entirely the work of Barnes; it was his selfishness that has ruined the department's reputation.

"Some people, after serving as section chiefs for a few years, lose all sense of their own worth," Gibson continued. "Not just anyone can become a fine, beautiful glove; first, you have to be the right material."

Tobias Gibson was respectful and humble towards Anastasia and Mike, but he was ruthless and aggressive towards Gregory Barnes.

As the chief inspector's trusted lieutenant, Gibson naturally disliked Barnes, since the guy always tried to sideline the chief inspector.

Now that Barnes, who thought he had climbed the social ladder, has messed up, Gibson is naturally going to kick him while he's down.

Tobias Gibson's sarcastic remarks were so offensive that even Hector Evans found them extremely grating, let alone Gregory Barnes standing on the stone steps.

As the chief detective of the Upper East Side Police Department, Barnes, the head of the operations section, had never suffered such an insult before. Yet, he had endured this humiliation twice in a short period of time.

Gregory Barnes, his face flushed and fists clenched, was powerless against Gibson. The two were of equal status, and Gibson had the powerful Lopez family backing him. Barnes could do nothing but rage in vain.

The only person who could vent Gregory Barnes' anger seemed to be Montague, the target of everyone's ire. Barnes could take the opportunity to kick him while he was down. Now he had no choice but to go down this dark path.

"Hector," Gibson continued, "if Montague brings men to block the door again, I won't show up this time."

Tobias Gibson's words carried a strong warning tone. Ostensibly addressed to Hector Evans, they were actually a warning to Gregory Barnes to stop causing trouble.

"Tobias," Evans said, "Chief Inspector—" He wanted to try again for his old friend, but Gibson interrupted him.

"The chief inspector is very busy," Gibson said. "There's no denying that the police force on the streets has been completely depleted. There are things that can be done, but there are things that shouldn't even be considered."

Gregory Barnes can gamble for his future, he can take action against Montague, but he absolutely cannot drag the Uptown Police Department into the gamble. Barnes can lose, he can die, but the Uptown Police Department cannot.

Tobias Gibson wasn't going to waste any more words, even though he had a pretty good impression of Hector Evans.

Seeing that Gibson wouldn't say anything more, Evans had no choice but to give up and watch Gibson slowly and steadily walk back to the police station building, watching him and Barnes brush past each other.

"Mr. Barnes."

Gibson suddenly stopped and spoke in a voice that only he and Barnes could hear.

"Do you think no one knows what you've done? Do you think you can easily sideline the Chief Inspector and easily take control of the Upper City Police Department?"

With a flushed face, Gregory Barnes turned his head and looked at Tobias Gibson, whose face was full of sarcasm.

"The Chief Inspector just finds you interesting and wants to see what kind of trouble you'll get into in the end. To be honest, the Chief Inspector is very disappointed in you; your abilities simply don't match your ambitions."

Tobias Gibson's words directly negated all of Gregory Barnes' previous efforts. His actions at the police station and the trouble he caused to undermine the chief inspector were nothing more than the chief inspector's after-dinner jokes.

After being repeatedly humiliated, Operations Chief Barnes's anger had reached its peak; his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

After uttering those hurtful words, Gibson walked into the police station building, his chubby figure disappearing at the end of the stairs.

"Gregory, why don't you just leave!"

Evans and Barnes were old friends after all, and he hoped his old friend would hurry up and leave the city.

"Hector, you just saw and heard it yourself. If people like us don't fight and strive, we'll be trampled underfoot for the rest of our lives."

When he said this, Gregory Barnes seemed to be putting all his strength into it, emphasizing each syllable.

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your family," Evans continued to persuade him, seeing no hope for his old friend's comeback.

Anastasia, who was by Montague's side, was exceptionally capable and far beyond the ability of ordinary police officers to handle; Tobias Gibson, who usually kept a low profile, also revealed his claws today, his sharp teeth aimed directly at Barnes.

Hector Evans saw no chance of victory, and even if the Montague family were eventually devoured, Gregory Barnes would not be among those who shared in the spoils of victory.

Despite his old friend's repeated persuasion, Gregory Barnes didn't listen to a single word; all he could think about was how to avenge his humiliation.

At this moment, Operations Chief Gregory Barnes was nearly insane, his mind filled with nothing but revenge and the desire to avenge himself.

Such people are very dangerous. In order to achieve a certain goal, they will often resort to any means and have no bottom line.

Looking into his old friend's bloodshot eyes, Hector Evans realized once again that he couldn't persuade him at all. Barnes had already chosen the path he was on, a path of no return.

Gregory Barnes' life was not that of a dragon slayer who eventually becomes a dragon himself. He was never a dragon slayer, nor could he become a dragon feared by all. Barnes was simply unwilling to be subservient to others; he simply wanted to climb to the highest point in the city and overlook the scenery of Gloria from there.

Meanwhile, in the carriage returning to the apartment on the riverside avenue, Jolina, with dark circles under her eyes from staying up all night, was staring intently at Mike.

Mike's new look today gave Jolina a refreshing feeling. He was still the same familiar person, but he seemed more ruthless and fierce than usual.

"Do I look strange?"

Mike felt a little uneasy under Jolina's intense gaze.

"It's not surprising." Jolina slowly shook her head. "I just feel like you've changed, but I can't quite put my finger on what's changed."

"I just changed my hairstyle," Mike said. "You're overthinking it. I think you've ruined your brain from staying up all night and your eyes are acting up too."

Jolina looked suspicious. Although she had stayed up for two nights and struggled with tiny print for a long time, Jolina trusted her instincts. She was certain that her instincts were right and that Mike must have changed.

Jolina couldn't figure out the reason for a moment, but Anastasia, who was standing next to her, knew very well why Mike had changed.

It wasn't because of his hairstyle that made him look like a boxer, but because Mike Montagu had blood on his hands and had gradually become accustomed to the smell of blood.