MR MK RESIDENT
"what is going on? What are you officers doing in my house?"
"Mr Mk, you are under arrest for human trafficking and illegal drugs. And all kinds of illegal business."
Mk's face turned beet red with rage. "You're mistaken! This is preposterous!"
The officer's expression remained firm. "Sir, we have evidence. Your associates have cooperated."
Mk's eyes darted around, searching for an escape.
Handcuffs clicked around his wrists.
"Read him his rights," the officer instructed.
A colleague stepped forward. "Mr. Mk, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..."
"I don't understand what is going on. Get your filthy hands off me! What did you mean there's an evidence? I'm a good man. The world knows that. It's my enemies conspiracy. I'm a just man "
What evidence could they possibly have? I've covered my tracks too well.