Chapter 817

"And that's the last thing I want to happen," said Borisin.

Bridget didn't understand what was going on, so she glanced over at Darius, who waved her off.

"Everything's fine," Darius stated, "You can leave now. Take your knife with you, and don't worry about the camera. Leave it here."

A smile spread across Borisin's face as he nodded.

Despite that, Bridget held her ground, hesitating for a few seconds. She was worried about Darius' safety but trusted her senses as an enlightened martial artist enough to know none of the police officers harbored ill will.

Thus, she cautiously placed the camera on the table. Before she left the ward, she curled her lips, pointed at the camera, and sneered, "Just a reminder, but the camera is still live. No one has dealt with the broadcast yet, which is strange since I informed Miss Erin about it. Based on Miss Erin's manner of dealing with things, the live broadcast should've gotten shut off long ago."

Borisin casually placed one hand above his head