Chapter 814: Tip of the iceberg
Deep lines appeared between Sven’s brows as he looked back at Atlas with confusion. "A deal?" he blurted out. "If that deal involves getting me out of here, then I’ll take it."
"As I mentioned, it’s not the deal you think it is, but it’s not bad either," Atlas repeated, thinking the voices in Sven’s head were so loud that the man couldn’t hear him properly. "After the crime you committed, I’m not so corrupt as to not think about the victim. I can’t do that. Even if I wanted to, I’m not above the law."
"Forget it." Sven snorted, pushing himself away from the table. "If you’re not going to get me out of here, then forget it. I’m not listening to your offer—I don’t care about it."
Atlas arched a brow briefly, unfazed by Sven’s response. "I’ll catch them for you."
"Hah?"
"Those other people," Atlas said, keeping it vague because Sven surely knew who he was talking about. "It’s strange that you confessed to everything you did, but I’m sure there’s a reason. I might not be able to get you out of here because this is a result of your own actions. However, I can put them behind bars just like you."
Slowly, Atlas leaned closer. "Sven, you’re the most vengeful person I’ve ever known. How can you accept that while you’re going to rot in here, your accomplices are outside, walking freely? That isn’t fair, is it?"
Sven pressed his lips together, narrowing his eyes at Atlas. For a moment, he slid his gaze toward the corner where the officer was standing. He cleared his throat and huffed, then snapped his eyes back to Atlas.
"Atlas." Sven leaned forward, his voice lowering. "Are you doing drugs?"
Atlas arched a brow. "What?"