Chapter 277: Whoever Tries to Stop the Investigation, Step Forward and Let Me See!

Diego Santee did not lift his gaze until Tory's body had gone completely cold. Then he slowly looked toward the doors. A dozen or so Rusians in suits rushed in. At their head was a man around fifty, hair slicked back, gold-rimmed glasses on his face, carrying an imposing air. He was clearly the one who had been shouting earlier. The moment his gaze landed on Tory's corpse on the floor, he nearly toppled over. An uproar swept through the people behind him. "Tory!" Wyatt, the Ruso Consul General...