Cradling his bleeding nose, he called security and had them stop

Harold. The man Harold attacked just now wiped the blood from his mouth and roared, "I'll kill you!"

Harold sneered at him.

“Really? Let's see about that!"

They both broke free from the security guards and brawled again. The manager rubbed his temples and sighed helplessly.

In the end, he didn't try to stop them. He decided they could tire themselves out first before he tried to mediate.

The rich man had never been humiliated like this in his life.

He refused to let Harold go.

He looked at Harold with a sneer and declared, “I won't stop until you're behind bars, asshole! Aren't you ashamed to be jealous over an escort?!"

Despite the manager's attempt to mediate, the rich man still called the police.

Later that night.

Harold sat on a bench in the police station, where the chief knew him.

Sure enough, the chief recognized him at first glance. It was Waylen's future brother-in-law!

Harold had ended up at the station Last time because he had fought for a woman. This time, he was here because he had fought for another woman. Sure enough, even though he had a fiancee, he wasn't loyal to her and still hooked up with other women.

Despite his displeasure with Harold's roguish behavior, the chief was still polite and even offered him a cigarette

“Mr. Moore, this is your second time here," he mused.

Harold took a Long drag from his cigarette and sobered up a little

Then he looked at the rich man beside him in disdain.

He couldn't believe he had wasted his time and energy on a nobody.

The chief sat in front of them and said sincerely, "Mr. Moore, this man was just making friends with that woman. Why'd you get involved? If there were more hot-tempered people like you in our district, we wouldn't need to go out on patrol every day!"

They had done this once before, so Harold knew what the process was.

The chief asked kindly, "Do you want to call Mr. Fowler to bail you out?"