At that moment, the submander peered out the door and spotted the Maybach. He quickly straightened up. “Is heing? Or could it be the congressman?” He then called out, “Guys, tidy up! When the big man arrives, the media might be with him!”


    The atmosphere shifted instantly, as excitement rippled through the crowd. One of them shouted, “Hurry! Clean up the pizza and fried chicken nuggets off the table—let’s not give the media any bad shots!”


    As the people inside bustled with anticipation, the co-pilot of the Maybach stepped out. He was a young man in a suit, and he swiftly moved to the back of the vehicle to pull open the rear door.


    Momentster, a distinguished middle-aged man emerged from the car. He had gray hair, a tall and imposing figure, and a serious expression thatmanded attention.


    Upon seeing him, the personnel at the police station froze in disbelief.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    One officer gasped, “Holy… Is that Mad Dog White?!”


    Recognition of the infamous Mad Dog White sent a wave of anxiety through the group.


    The branch chief furrowed his brow, eximing, “What on earth is Mad Dog White doing here?!”


    “Right?…” Jimmy Wayne chimed in, equally bewildered. “This guy only works for the wealthiest! Why would hee to us?”


    A fellow officer, recalling what he knew, said, “Jimmy, isn’t Mad Dog White thewyer for the Chinese woman inside?”


    Jimmy Wayne scoffed, “Her? How could she afford Mad Dog White?! Anyone who can hire him is at least in the top 100 richest in New York. We’re talking about a worth of over $100 million! Do you really think that clueless woman could hire him?”


    No sooner had he finished his remark than the suited young man outside pushed open the police station door.


    Entering with an air of authority, James White adjusted his tie and dered coldly, “Which one of you is in charge? I need to see my client, Ms. ine.”


    The statement left all the officers present gasping in shock.


    Jimmy Wayne stood there, utterly dumbfounded. He never imagined that the notorious Mad Dog White—who had repeatedly outmaneuvered the New York police—was actually representing ine.


    Fear gripped him, causing cold sweat to break out over his body and his legs to feel weak. Mad Dog White’s reputation was well-known throughout the New York police force; he had a history of making things difficult for those caught in his legal grasp, including a past incident where he had broken ine’s rib. The implications of her case falling into his hands were daunting.


    Even if it didn’t end in disaster, jail time was a real possibility!


    The sub-director was equally stunned. He had been briefed by his subordinates about the situation: a Chinese tourist who had entered the country on a tourist visa just a week ago. How could someone like that possibly afford representation by Mad Dog White?


    However, he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Mad Dog White was known for his aggressive tactics, and even the chief of the New York City Police Department often found himself on the back foot in front of him.


    Thus, the sub-director stepped forward and introduced himself, “I am the person in charge here. My name is…”


    Before he could finish, James White interrupted, “I don’t need to know your name. I just want to see my client, immediately!”


    “Sure, sure…” The sub-director nodded quickly, instructing his team, “Quickly, take Lawyer White to see the suspect!”


    His subordinate wasted no time, saying, “Mr. White, this way, please.” <fn7a97> The rightful source is fin?novel</fn7a97>


    With that, James White strode towards the interrogation room, his assistant in tow.