"Police, drop your weapon, hands up." The police rushed forward, warily watching Jackson. The leader raised his pistol, while others held batons and handcuffs, as if facing a formidable enemy. More officers spread out to enforce security, preventing onlookers from approaching.
Jackson didn't move, coldly watching the police. His rationality slowly returned, and he dropped the brick he had picked up, spreading his hands to show he meant no harm. He glanced at the driver in the car, unable to understand the police due to the language barrier. The driver was too frightened to leave the vehicle.
At this moment, Little Dao came up angrily and said, "They hit someone and injured my friend. Everyone here can confirm. Officers, you must get justice for us. So what if they're a foreigner? Hitting people is a crime regardless, isn't it, everyone?"
