Chapter 811: Nathalie Has Already Found the Beijing Number

The police officer by their side did not know his identity but did not think that if a veteran like him could not interrogate them, changing a person would make it easy.

Amadeus Yancey didn't wait for Simon Cadwell to finish speaking, his hand resting on the table, tapping the edge with his fingertips, his slightly cold gaze landing on the few hooligans sitting directly across from him.

That gaze was as tangible as it was terrifying!

Despite being veterans of the streets themselves, proud of their worldly experiences, they were shaken by his look.

But they had taken the money and knew the rules of the underworld, determined to say nothing.

"Alfred Garland."

Amadeus seemed to see their nervousness in their inability to meet his eyes and lazily called out.

"Amadeus, at your command," Alfred was right beside him, clenching his fists, eager to proceed.

Amadeus was succinct, "The leader, start by dislocating his right arm."