A moment later, a burly man rushed over. This man was a nouveau riche. He was dressed in luxury goods and his head was shaved. At first glance, it could be told that he was not a boss; he was obviously a mafia.
"Dad, you're here. You're finally here." Zoven followed him, crying bitterly.
"Who hit you, son?" Zoven's father, Toseth, said with an unkind look.
"Him." Zoven pointed at Jacob.
"Hit him until he's crippled. I'll take the responsibility if something goes wrong." Without hesitation, Toseth gave an order to the police officers beside him without hesitation.
This group of police officers looked at each other and thought, "Even though you have money and you have a good relationship with the police chief, it doesn't seem like you can just bark off any orders here."