Chapter 859: Chapter 859

The man’s eyes were hollow and he wore a stubble of untrimmed beard. There were also a few scars on the corner of his forehead.

Without a closer look, one could definitely fail to tell he was the Mr. Chassell Barret who used to be ambitious and dashing.

Barret fixed his cruel and dark eyes on Channing, “You’ve made a lot of efforts to send to the prison. But I am here standing in front you.

Disappointed, aren’t you?”

With his hands in the pocket of the black jacket, Barret continued his provocative words, “If I am still in the prison, I would miss such a dramatic scene. You must have had sex with her, right? You’ve begun living together anyway. A hot girl, isn’t she? You are indeed a lucky boy ...”

Before he finished, he was taken by the collar violently.

Channing gazed at him coldly, “Shut up!”

Barret wasn’t irritated by his words. His face became even calmer. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in memories, “Am I wrong? She’s sexy.

She’ll get really juicy when having sex with me. She can be fucked for a long time... But she’s got really tender skin so she usually got covered all over by her own...”

Before he finished, he was punched heavily on face and then fell into the bush beside. He mourned faintly.

Hearing the sound of the punch, the students around was scared but they just couldn’t help stopping to watch at them.

Channing walked over expressionlessly. He squatted down on one knee and took him by the collar before he said word by word, “Shut up. Didn’t you hear me?”

With his elbows support him on the ground, Barret was still smiling derisively even somewhat crazily, “You’ve heard how she mourns during sex, haven’t you? It’s not as sexy as ...”

And then there was another heavy punch.

In the past when Barret was beaten by Channing, he would look resentful. But this time it looked as if he came here to provoke Channing. And he didn’t even try to fight back. The punch of Channing only made his smile more derisive and provocative.

Barret spitted blood. Now even though he could not utter a full sentence, he did not stop but continue to provoke him, “Calm down, boy. That’s not the climax of the story yet. What I am gonna show you will make you want to kill me.”

Meanwhile, despite the fierce agony, he fumbled in his pocket and took out a stack of photos. He threw those photos before Channing.

The fist of Channing stopped in the air. His pupils contracted and his expression becoming cruel suddenly before he possessed by rage and said, “Fucking bastard!”

Barret smiled, “I have a lot of photos of that kind. The photos will be posted online automatically half an hour later. By then the photos would go viral online and Winnie would definitely be ruined. And you couldn’t escape either...”

Channing was silent. He gazed at Barret as though he was looking at a corpse.

Soon, Barret was lying on the ground silently.

Seeing the man on the ground, someone beside shouted, “Dead. He's dead!”

Now the guard and teachers of the college finally came and pulled Channing away.

Among the alarmed and bewildered coward, someone called the police. The sound of warning siren of ambulance and police car was audible all over the dormitory area.

Winnie finally came, only to see the back of the leaving police car.

She felt the gust of freezing wind had rushed into her chest.

Winnie stopped a girl and asked hastily in a dry voice, “What... what happened?”

She did not wear a mask nor a cap. She could be recognized by anyone instantly.

Seeing her, the girl was stunned before she replied, “It is said someone was beaten to death ...”

Winnie’s voice sounded all the more nervous, “Who? Who did it?”

The girl answered, “They told me it was Channing Radomil. And the one dead was not a student in our college. I don’t know him ...”

Hearing her words, Winnie felt dazzled and she felt she was about to collapse.

The girl quickly supported her by hand, “Are you alright?”

Winnie nodded and turned away to get a cap. She must head to the police office quickly.

On the police car, Channing was cuffed, his face cold and he looked quite calm. On his body and fist, blood spots were still visible.

The police officers looked at him curiously. But before they asked anything, Channing said suddenly, “Can I make a phone call?”

The police man thought he wanted to call his lawyer so he nodded, “Yes, you can. But you need to make it in our presence. And the phone call should last no longer than two minutes.”

Channing nodded and took out his phone to dial a number.

After the other side answered the phone, Channing said concisely, “I’m on a police car now. I might be sentenced to imprisonment. Before I am taken to the police office, I need half an hour and a computer.”

On the other side, Clarence halted for a few seconds and also replied concisely, “Give me the name of the police office.”

Channing turned away and asked the police nearby, “Please tell me which police office are you from?”

The police man was stunned by the polite attitude he employed, and then answered his question unconsciously.

After Channing had the answer he wanted, he thanked the police man and put away his phone.

The police on the car were quite confused. One or two minutes later they received a call.

Soon, the car stopped at an internet café on the road.

When Channing was taken in by a police man, a lot of teenagers went out from it in scare. The owner was also scared and he promised he wouldn’t let any teenagers in again.

The police shook his head. He did nothing but ask for a separate room.

When Channing sat down, a police man beside him said, “Maybe we should take off his handcuffs.”

The two police men shot each other a warning glance. They both knew the boy must have a distinguished family background.

A man who dared to beat a man to death in his school was surprisingly polite and gentle.

The cruel and violent boy who they had just arrested seemed to vanish completely.

He looked quite like a protagonist in a tragedy.

After being uncuffed, Channing said “thank you” to the police man.

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It was Chassell’s phone.

He tried a few passwords and the phone was unlocked.

But seemingly Barret did not post those photos on time as he said on his twitter account.

He must have posted them on another twitter account.

Channing checked the clock. Only 10 minutes left.

He typed quickly and codes emerged on the screen one line after another.

The moment he found a twitter account secretly attached to the fake SIM card Barret used, Clarence gave him a phone call.

He had also found the account.

Then what they needed to do was merely figure out the password of the account.

As the police officer staring at Channing and secretly lamented the fall of such a genius, they suddenly saw some photos of a naked woman.

Before they saw who was on those photos clearly, all the photos had already been deleted.

After had all those data deleted, Channing stood up and raised his arms. With a calm face, he said coldly, “I’m done. Let’s go.”

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