Before long, the court''s security team and the District Attorney rushed over, their faces paling at the sight of the blood-stained brick in the box.


    The District Attorney, who had seen his fair share of crime scenes, found this incident particrly unsettling given that it happened right inside the courthouse. After making sure Zach was unharmed, he ordered a review of the surveince footage and had all courthouse exits sealed.


    They needed to catch the suspect, no matter what.


    After waiting in the lounge for twenty minutes, the head of security came in with some disappointing news: the suspect was nowhere to be found. It was as though this person had just vanished into thin air.


    The police department also sent a special unit to take the box with the brick, hoping to lift some fingerprints.


    Once the officers left, the District Attorney turned to Zach, looking a bit guilty yet serious. "Mr. Hawkins, rest assured, since this happened on our watch, we''ll get to the bottom of it."


    An incident like this, right in the Supreme Court, was absurd and a blow to the institution''s credibility. It raised questions aboutw, safety, and the dignity of the central government.


    Plus, Zach was a well-respected figure in the legal world, recently endorsed by the new Deputy Minister. Even if just for show, they needed to handle the situation properly.


    Zach nodded slightly, understanding the gravity of the situation without needing to say much. After all, they were all part of the judiciary circle.


    Soon, Zach and his assistant left the courthouse.


    While his assistant went to get the car, Zach waited on the stone steps. That''s when he noticed a group exiting through a side door. Leading them was aw enforcement officer, chatting with someone. Zach''s eyes met with that person, who, sensing Zach''s gaze, looked up and mimicked firing a gun.


    It was a bold, audacious threat.


    Zach''s eyes narrowed.


    His assistant pulled up with the car and quickly opened the passenger door. Noticing Zach''s fixed stare, the assistant nced in the same direction but only saw the silhouettes of the departing group.


    "Zach?" the assistant asked, puzzled.


    "It''s nothing, let''s go," Zach replied, sliding into the passenger seat.


    The assistant, though curious, didn''t push further. He closed the door for Zach, hopped into the driver''s seat, and started the engine. ncing in the rearview mirror, he asked, "Are you sure you''re okay? Maybe we should hit the hospital?"


    Even though the assistant hadn''t seen the whole incident, he guessed his boss might have gotten hurt.


    Zach rubbed his temples and finally said, "I''m fine, let''s just head to the club." He had a dinner meeting with Owen.


    Knowing Zach''s temperament, the assistant didn''t argue, setting the GPS for the club.


    "Also, let''s keep today''s incident under wraps," Zach added, still looking a bit pale as he stared out the window.


    The assistant let out a soft sigh and nodded, "Got it."