Downstairs came the sound of dripping footsteps as if ten thousand horses were galloping, covering up the small noise!
"Who called the police?" The leader of the police team shouted.
Seeing the police coming, Hargrove Hark's face turned more dejected.
"It's me," Zed Smith stood up and said, "We came to find a friend and found him, so we called the police."
"What reason?"
"Attempted rape." Zed Smith said lightly.
The police officer raised his head and saw Farrah Miller hiding in the dark. His face changed immediately and shouted, "Hold him up and don't let him run away!"
Hargrove Hark stood still like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Behind them, a group of people in police uniform, with compliments on their waists and handcuffs, looked down upon Hargrove Hark.
One policeman kicked Hargrove Hark on the back knee and handcuffed him when Hargrove Hark was about to fall. It only took a few seconds before he was dragged out of the hotel.