"Tsk tsk. Your muscles are pretty ... good!"
The man gently patted George's shoulder and sighed in surprise.
"You are ... the police?
"Why would the police break into someone's private residence?"
George, who was pointed at by many guns, kept his posture and looked at the glasses man next to him.
"Ah! I forgot to introduce myself."
The glasses man looked at the woman behind Nash and nodded at her very gracefully.
To be honest, if he was in a high-end restaurant now, he might look like a gentleman in the eyes of others.
However, in a messy house full of police officers, the glasses man's movements seemed rather superfluous.
And it was disgusting.
But now, Pamela and the others were pointed at by those guns. Thus, no matter how much they felt it was disgusting, they had to force themselves to smile at those policemen.