"Arlo, you're pretty bold with your words."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
Braddock Yarbrough was engrossed in speaking and didn't catch who was talking. He turned around, shouting, "In Alba Spire, I'm the one who calls the shots here. What? Not convinced?"
Just as the words were spoken.
He happened to see the person standing behind him.
The entire persona shivered.
His arrogant expression instantly froze.
Stammering, he called out, "Ke... Kent, I... I didn't know it was you... I..."
He suddenly didn't know how to explain.
Kent Hamilton wore a stern face.
Seriously, he said, "Such a huge incident at Alba Spire precinct, don't you share some responsibility as the precinct chief? Who gave you the nerve to flaunt here?"
"Kent, I..."
Cold sweat started appearing on Braddock's forehead.
He was scared out of his wits, not knowing where to place his hands.
Kent Hamilton didn't want to waste more time on Braddock.
