Just now, it had been Henry talking the entire time. The lead officer asked sharply, “Who exactly laid hands on him?” Before Henry could answer, the surrounding students, now realizing what was going on, all started speaking at once, offering their versions of what had just happened. Of course, the part where they tried to extort Arthur for money had been conveniently left out. After the chorus of overlapping explanations, it became clear that Henry had been the one leading the entire group. Henry glanced around at them. He knew he had to fight for himself. Finley might not come forward to protect him. Henry straightened his back; he didn’t bother resenting the fact that his classmates had turned him in. “Sir, I really just came here with my classmates to talk with Arthur,” he said calmly. “He overreacted and assumed we were here to hurt him, so he panicked and called the police. As for extortion—there’s no such thing! Why would I extort a fellow student? We study law. We’d never knowingly break the law.” He spoke with cool confidence, showing no sign of panic. Hearing him, even some of the teachers and bystanders started to feel unsure. “What’s really going on here? Why are the stories so different?” “I mean, they’re all students at Governance University. You’d think they’d know better than to break the law. Henry makes a good point.” “Could Arthur have just been too sensitive? Maybe he saw a big group show up and got scared?” “But Arthur’s not that kind of guy. He kept his cool even when Zhao’s faction tried to frame him for theft.” “What exactly did they need to discuss with Arthur that required so many people to come all at once?” The police, the principal, and the teachers were all there. The crowd spoke in low voices, but that last question struck a chord with everyone. The officer’s gaze sharpened as he turned to the group of students in the room. “What exactly was so important that it took all of you to discuss with Arthur?”As they listened to the students’ version of events, the officers examined Henry’s injuries. There were indeed signs that he’d been kicked. From that alone, they could tell Arthur hadn’t simply been attacked—at the very least, he was someone with combat training who had held his own. Arthur’s wounds had been there beforehand; the reason they were bleeding now was due to exertion pulling at the injury. It hadn’t been caused by Henry or the other students. That much, the police had already figured out. But for someone to take on so many people at once, dodge Henry’s attack, and kick him halfway across the room—Arthur was clearly no ordinary student. As for who was right and who was wrong, the officers needed more time to investigate. Henry noticed the police weren’t just questioning him; they were turning to the others too. That set off alarm bells in his head. He quickly opened his mouth to speak, but the officer restraining him barked a sharp command, silencing him instantly. The officer then turned to the group, who were squatting with their hands on their heads. “You—speak.” It had to be said—the police knew how to get results. The students began to panic. They hadn’t agreed on a story. And more importantly, with the officers demanding simultaneous answers, there was no way they could keep their stories straight. That alone would expose all the cracks. They exchanged nervous glances, but no one dared to answer. The police immediately picked up on that. At that moment, the doctor arrived and began rebandaging Arthur’s wound. Arthur looked over at the crowd, a faint and unreadable smile in his eyes. “Well, since none of you are talking, how about I do the honors?” Arthur’s sudden voice made every student flinch. A wave of dread crashed over them.Without another word, Arthur slowly reached toward a flowerpot on the desk and picked up something small and unremarkable. The moment they saw it, half the group went cold. It was… a voice recorder. Arthur’s mocking gaze swept across the crowd—landing right on Henry. Henry’s face went ghost-white the second he saw what Arthur was holding. He stared at Arthur in disbelief. But he knew this move all too well. Back when Finley tried to frame Arthur for stealing a priceless ring, Arthur had planted hidden cameras on himself. Back then, maybe Arthur had time to prepare. But today, they had barged in without warning. That was exactly why Henry had felt so confident—Arthur couldn’t have seen it coming. There was no way he had time to set anything up; who walks around with a hidden camera just in case? But somehow, Arthur still had a backup plan. He actually recorded everything… again.