บท 193: 181: Wyatt Wright's Double Standards, Cultish Plastic Brotherhood (Part 1)_1

Flynn Morris, sitting at the desk, couldn't stand it any longer and tossed his handcuffs onto the table, "What are you two doing, hoping to stay overnight without clearing things up?"

Wyatt Wright remained collected, "What is there to explain?"

Flynn waved his hand to have Max step aside, sat down, and started twirling a pen, "Explain why you hit someone."

Wyatt, ever the unflappable one, countered, "Does there have to be a reason?"

Flynn tapped the table with the pen, "Mr. Wyatt, this is a police station. Be cooperative, will you?"

If a reason was really needed—

Wyatt, expression unchanged, "He splashed water on me while he was washing his hands."

Flynn had known Wyatt for so many years; how could he not know his temperament? He definitely wasn't someone who liked to solve problems with his fists.

Therefore—