Hawk felt all the dissatisfaction from moments ago vanish into thin air.
Working with Dean was just too damn satisfying!
He immediately instructed the young officer beside him to call for an ambulance.
Watching this group of "bandits" brazenly discussing what to do next after knocking out his wife, the middle-aged man trembled with fury.
We're the ones who reported this, the victims, the vulnerable ones!
How dare you!
Aren't these bastards afraid of this incident being exposed and facing public condemnation?
He shook with anger.
A single glance from Dean, however, sent such an intense shiver through him that he didn't dare move.
The man avoided Dean's gaze, lowered his head, and spoke with none of his earlier arrogance or haughtiness, his attitude no longer overbearing. "Sorry," he said politely, "my wife is just very worried about our son. She's not mentally ill."
