Chapter 165

One look at Yannis’s face, and it was clear: Neo was in trouble. Of all the people he could have antagonized, this clueless fool had to pick those two girls. Neo's group fainted, and since they weren't waking up quickly, the officers placed them in an interrogation room.

By the time the officers arrived, many had regained consciousness as the drug effects wore off, leaving them groggy. Opening their eyes to iron bars and two officers, the reality hit hard. Faces paled; many had never been in a police station before, and fear gnawed at them.

“How did we end up here?”

“I remember fighting; Maisie hits hard.”

“Man, how did I black out so fast? I swear I heard sirens just before I passed out.”

“Who called the cops? Are they crazy?”

“Where’s Neo?”

His followers called out nervously, looking around. After all, they were all there because of him.

“Hey! Isn’t that Neo?” A girl spotted Neo’s swollen, rash-covered, and bruised face and screamed.

“What happened to Neo?” The crowd recoiled in horror, creating distance.

“No noise. Now that you’re awake, call your parents or guardians.”

The two officers, with cold faces, silenced the rowdy crowd with a single command. The detainees took out their phones, feeling upset and frustrated. They thought, ‘Who would’ve guessed a simple party would land us here? Who called the cops?’

“Neo, please wake up.” Kaelen, summoning his courage and fighting his disgust, gently nudged Neo. Of everyone, Neo was the most important.

“What’s wrong with my face? Why does it hurt so much? Why is it so itchy?” Neo woke up, hurting everywhere. An unbearable itch consumed his face. He clawed at his skin, leaving bloody scratches.

His face was already swollen and covered in angry red hives. After scratching frantically, he was unrecognizable. Some of the more sensitive people closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight.

“Stop scratching! You’re breaking out in hives. You’ll ruin your face!” Seeing blood under Neo's nails and his ravaged face, Kaelen grabbed his hand.

“You idiot! Get me a doctor!” Neo snapped, his eyes so swollen he could barely open them. Feeling Kaelen's presence, he viciously kicked him. Kaelen flinched, anger flashing across his face.

Fed up, Kaelen glared at Neo and stepped back. “Take me to a hospital! Call a doctor!” Neo shouted.

The two officers moved closer, yelling, “Quiet down!”

Neo jumped up, glaring at the officers. “How dare you yell at me? Do you know who I am?” He lunged at them, fists clenched.

As he moved, a sharp pain shot through his leg. His face, covered in bloody scratches, paled. He twisted, trying to open his swollen eyes, but saw only two figures in black uniforms.

He strained to see, but his swollen eyes narrowed to slits, blurring his surroundings.

“Neo, we’re at the police station,” another guy whispered urgently, unable to watch his recklessness.

“Who the heck called the cops?” Neo roared, realizing their location.

Before leaving, his dad had warned him many times: “Don’t cause trouble. Our family isn’t what it used to be, and getting back into the market won’t be easy.” Neo worried his dad would find out.

He shivered at the thought of his dad’s angry stare. “Did those bitches call the cops? Bring them here. I’ll kill them,” Neo shouted.

His rough, desperate shouts reached Niles and others as they arrived. Niles felt a little sympathy for him. Neo was a spoiled brat—rude, arrogant, and useless. Yet, he had angered two people one never wanted to cross.

Niles saw Yannis's cold, serious demeanor. His sharply defined face was emotionless, his brow furrowed, and his eyes flashed.

Listening to Neo’s arrogant ranting, Yannis told Niles, his voice cold and flat, “Niles, I want to speak privately with Neo.”

“I’ll bring him out,” Niles replied.

He thought, ‘In Jinston, the Perkins family controls half the city. For Yannis, dealing with Neo is easy.’ Niles quickly signaled the officers.

The officers quickly took Neo out of the room.

“Where are you taking Neo?”

“Hands off Neo!”

Neo’s lackeys panicked. He was their biggest supporter, having promised to take the blame. They couldn't leave him.

“Let me go! Where are you taking me?” Panic seized Neo as he was dragged away. He struggled wildly, but to no avail.

“Yannis, this way,” Niles guided Yannis to another interrogation room.

The officers brought Neo inside. Neither dared look at Yannis, whose icy gaze seemed to freeze the room.

The door clicked shut. With limited vision, Neo only saw dull concrete walls. The bright overhead light stung his eyes, making him uneasy.

Every instinct screamed: “This room is dangerous. If I don’t get out now, I’ll regret it forever.”

Neo said, “Why did you bring me here? Don’t you know I’m from the Moore family?”

“Let me out! Get me out of here!” Neo yelled desperately.

He kept shouting, demanding to leave, but received no answer. A strange fear grew in the heavy silence.

“What a coward. The Moore family raised a useless piece of trash,” Yannis scoffed, one hand in his pocket, looking at Neo's unrecognizable swollen face.

Neo yelled, “Who gave you the nerve to bring me here? Are you working with that bitch? I’m from the Moore family. Let me go!”

After a while, Neo saw someone sitting before him. Squinting through his swollen eyes, he saw only the vague outline of a tall figure.