BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 140's

Jose flicked his finger as a sign.

Gerald nodded steadily, walking up the street like a bull. He grabbed an officer to ask the location of the cell, then rushed in the direction indicated to him.

Jose turned his head back to Gordon and nodded in agreement. "Good work, Mr. Gordon's. Go home, don't worry about work. Your life has become my dependency from this moment."

Gordon shrunk his nose, then ran away without looking back in the slightest. The silence he left behind enveloped the room in the most insulting manner.

Jose stared at the faces in the office in lightning. Some people avoid the look in his eyes, some glare back, others look confused, but some are watching closely.

What is the purpose of their lives? Jose thought about the question in his heart as he looked at the faces that were now gathering and hiding.

He saw Robert had an obsession to have his own special place, building his own pyramid of power. The desire for his existence to be recognized was evident in every act of Robert. The man boasted the loyalty of his men, but Jose could see that the man was proud of was nothing more than a palace built on sand.

A gripping territory.

An era with a socially unstable caste.

Everyone lives, without purpose. Without ambition.

Jose knew he could take down the sand castle easily.

Robert looked at Jose full of probes. The young man looked like he was waiting for something. Robert could not guess until five minutes later.

Dozens of Argent's bouncers entered the precinct and lined up at the door as if waiting for a line to come in. At first glance, they looked like ordinary citizens, but the glittering eyes there were filled with the lust of troublemaking, like wild fire that was ready to devour the entire city.

The policemen inside the office gasped noisily, crammed peeking out of the window. Some even appeared to be on standby, ready for a clash.

"No need to worry," Jose said gently as he raised one hand to call for attention. He didn't want blood to be completely shed here. "There's no civilians outside, there's nothing to worry about. And those who march there will do nothing. They're just waiting for me. They're worried I'll be arrested for no reason."

"Fuck!" robert's Oath. Her chest was swollen with anger. His breathing is irregular. He approached with a lame step. "You have no right to do this! You're against the law, Jose. This is over the limit!"

"What law?" Jose replied coldly, no longer using polite formal language. "What kind of law makes you hold my guest and hide him from me, sir?"

"I didn't say it because I knew you were going to use your power and your family name to abuse the law! The boy has no identity! He's not a Northman either, so can't enter the North!" Robert reached out to grab onto the collar of Jose's shirt, but Hans swiftly slapped the man's arm so hard that Robert almost bounced off the ground.

"You threatening me, Jose?" robert's hiss with a voice trembling with anger. He clutched his shoulder which was aching due to Hans' impact.

"I'm not the first one to talk about the law, sir," Jose said coldly. He gazed around her with his eyebrows raised, deliberately showing off an arrogant smile of victory. Jose can make himself look arrogant if he wants to. "For people who don't want to get involved, you can get out. I welcome you with respect. Go on patrol or do anything, but one thing is for sure: today you did not see or meet me and neither did I see any of you. We never met."

At first, only one person was raised. The man was young, apparently not a policeman but an administrative staff. He walked slowly as he passed through Jose, then ran away in a storm when he reached the doorway. Then two more people did the same. Jose didn't look at them for a single moment and the bouncers were silent as well. The next minute, the room was filled with the sound of a desk storm and the squeaking of shifting chairs and the clattering of shoe treads.

Robert's face color changed from red, bluish, then deathly pale. The man stared hurtly at the empty spaces the owner had left behind.

"This is a loyalty you're proud of, sir?" Jose chuckles. More than half of the office has already left. "I wonder if you understand what loyalty means. Loyalty is not something that is great. Loyalty lies where an interest resides. As long as your interests are the same, your people will be loyal. You think just having the status of a superior is enough to buy loyalty? You see for yourself they don't feel represented by you."

"Shut your mouth!" snapped Robert. Apparently this time was exactly like an angry bull. But it didn't move. He cannot move because he is bound by his own image, also by the rules of the game he created himself. Whoever advances first will be the loser because it will make the opponent feel they have a reason to counterattack. If he got hooked and moved to hit Jose, Robert was sure the young man would take his hit once. Jose would accept it only so he had a reason to burn the spirits of his men and launch a countermeasure.

Robert who knew himself was trapped immediately retreated. "Go home Jose! I'll pretend I don't know what's going on here for Marco's sake!"

"You know what your fault is, sir?" Jose stepped forward, unforgiving. He doesn't want to stop. "You take an Argent lightly. You think you're an idealist? I think you're half-baked. You threatened Sergeant Gordon to shut up just by using his career in return. It's naive, but we're making bigger bets here. Though you know an Argent always gambles with a life bet."

"Sassy boy!" exclaim one of the officers left in the room. The man who spit. His expression was disgusted and disgusted. He felt he had heard enough of Jose's talk. "Braud is right you! Who taught you this, huh? Since Marco is missing, then you think you can act out of bounds?! Dare to threaten Sergeant Gordon and Inspector Robert! How dare you threaten Bjork Police!!"

"Opsir Wayne," cried Jose loudly, calling the man's name. He did not turn his head, his eyes watching how Robert's pupils twitched as they racked his brain.

Wayne scrunched up in his chair, not expecting his name to be known.

"You've got two daughters who have just grown up, who work as tailors at the end of Bericht Square. They always come home at almost curfew, past the deserted Lake Brich. It's awful if something happens to them, right? Two young unmarried women. And there are so many striped men in Bjork."

The room exploded in a boisterous rumble and angry exclamations at Jose's words. Wayne was sitting limp with a deathly pale face. Tongue's cow. He never even imagined he would hear such a lowly threat coming out of Jose's polite face.

Some people got up from their desks to attack, teaching the arrogant young man a lesson, but Hans flicked one leg so firmly to the floor that it made the exact sound of a gun explosion. His eyes were staring at the gut, making everyone think twice and not move.

Jose turned his head with a sweet face towards Wayne, his lips curled in an innocent smile. "Well, what I said just now was a threat" he explained with a wide grin. "Let's just be calm, I'm just giving you an example of what it's called a threat so you can learn its form. Your daughters are obviously safe, the patrol cops are always hanging around. If you still don't understand what threats are and how to distinguish them from regular dialogue, I can use another example."

Jose was silent for a while to circulate his gaze, giving an intimidating effect. One of his index fingers rose up to the ceiling. He calculated, "Opseer Smith, whose beloved dog is always alone in the house every afternoon, Officer Dallas, whose wife is currently in a very ill state, Sergeant Harper, who has just had a sweet baby." Jose has three fingers up now. He glanced meaningfully. "I could have mentioned one example after another for each person here, but it would take time and again my finger would have only ten. You should be honored that an Argent is generous with free lessons."

Jose laughed kindly in an unsightly tone. No one laughed with him. Everyone was nailed to the wooden floor of the police station. Their tongues are muddy. Everyone seemed to be reminded what kind of family was standing in front of them at this moment. What just now was definitely not generosity. Jose was exposing the weak points of some of the people who were there. From where the man knew the information or from when to memorize it, no one knew. What all the officers in the room saw was not the fourth son of the Argent Family but the incarnation of a human-faced demon. Jose is serious about his every threat.