After a beating, the middle-aged man with gangster-like manners and his son lay on the ground groaning. Scott Smith clapped his hands to indicate that the beating was over, and little Sam Jones also clapped his hands like him, looking both cute and funny. Most of the onlookers were the students' parents, and they all looked at the father and son in surprise. If they educate their children like this, they will definitely become troublemakers in the future!

Scott Smith touched little Sam Jones's head and gave him a thumbs up, "Son, well done!"

Little Sam Jones chuckled, while Alice Jones next to him had countless black lines on her forehead. She didn't want her son to become a devil in the future, but she didn't know what to say at this moment.

Scott Smith leaped onto the roof of the jeep parked nearby and announced to the people around him: "My name is Scott Smith, and I'm Sam Jones's father. I was in the army a few years ago and never came back. Sam Jones is not without a father. I hope those students who said he has no father in the past will pay attention and stop saying such things in the future. In addition, if my son is bullied at school, this is what happened to the two of us below."

The people around were in an uproar. With such a tyrannical father, who would dare to bully his son?

No one knew who called the police. Scott Smith had just jumped off the jeep when the police car arrived. The middle-aged man lying on the ground shouted at the police: "Police comrade, quickly arrest the two men who beat people!"

The leading police captain glanced at the middle-aged man on the ground with an ambiguous look in his eyes. He knew they were familiar with each other. The police captain deliberately scolded the middle-aged man in a sarcastic tone: "Why are you arguing? Do we police officers need your instructions to handle the case?" Then he ordered his men beside him: "Go and arrest the two men, call an ambulance, and send the two injured ones to the hospital."

The police officers received the order, one of them called an ambulance, and the other two came to handcuff Scott Smith and little Sam Jones.

Facing the handcuffs in the hands of the police, little Sam Jones showed no fear at all. This was all due to the influence of Scott Smith's invisible temperament. Alice Jones stood in front of little Sam Jones and angrily said to the police: "What are you doing? Are you even handcuffing children? Which law in our country allows you to arrest children?"

The police were stunned. They were indeed in the wrong. The fight between kindergarten kids didn't result in anyone being killed, so there was no need for them to intervene. The school just needed to mediate and give appropriate punishments. But the key point was that the person who was beaten knew the police captain, so the matter became a little complicated.

The captain of the police came forward in person. He was first stunned by Alice Jones's beauty, and then deliberately put on a rather majestic face and shouted sternly: "Why, do you want to resist our law enforcement!?"

Scott Smith swung his arm and slapped the police captain's fat face directly. The speed was so fast that no one could dodge it. There was a crisp "pop" sound, and the police captain's fat face was immediately twisted. The whole person screamed "ah" and staggered to the side.

Everyone around was stunned. This guy even dared to hit the police captain. He was so damn arrogant!

One slap was not enough, Scott Smith immediately raised his foot and kicked the police captain in the abdomen. Without mentioning how powerful the kick was, the police captain David Wood let out an "ow" roar, and the whole person flew backwards in the air, and crashed into the car behind him with a whoosh, denting the door. The whole person collapsed to the ground and couldn't stand up for a while.

Everyone around opened their mouths wide and their eyeballs almost popped out. Not only did he slap the police captain, he also kicked him away. This was definitely beyond the scope of the word "brutal" and should be described as "runaway".

Alice Jones looked at Scott Smith in disbelief, while little Sam Jones beside her had an expression of admiration on his face.

The other three policemen quickly came to their senses, pulled out their guns and pointed them at Scott Smith's head, shouting, "Don't move!"

Guns were drawn, and the onlookers' eyes immediately lit up, and they all stepped back, fearing that something might go wrong.

"dad!"

Little Sam Jones yelled anxiously, and Alice Jones hugged little Sam Jones to prevent him from running to Scott Smith.

"Don't worry, son. These toy guns can't scare dad." Scott Smith said with a nonchalant smile. At the same time, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, and blew out a big smoke ring.

Everyone was infected by Scott Smith's calmness, wondering who this guy was. He was not afraid of a gun. He must not be an ordinary soldier. He must be a special forces soldier!

Scott Smith took the cigarette out of his mouth, glanced at the three policemen who were pointing guns at him, and said with a frivolous smile: "You'd better put your guns away. These guns are not loaded with live bullets. A hit on my forehead will at most leave a bump. I will go back to the police station with you, but don't make things difficult for my son and my wife, otherwise you three will end up like him." As he said that, he raised his hand and pointed at David Wood on the ground.

The three policemen looked at each other, all with unhappy expressions on their faces. They were extremely embarrassed today, being severely tricked by a seemingly sloppy boy. At the same time, they were secretly surprised in their hearts, how could he tell that the gun in their hands was not loaded with live bullets?

The three policemen were still hesitating. Scott Smith walked up to one of them with a smile, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a frivolous smile: "Dude, don't take it so seriously. Don't you think about it? Those who can go to this public kindergarten in the city center are from ordinary families. Can you afford to offend them?"

After listening to this, the three policemen looked at each other and then put down their guns.

Scott Smith threw the car keys to Alice Jones, "Drive the car back first. You don't need to tell your dad about this. I can handle it myself." Then he turned to little Sam Jones and said, "Son, study hard. Dad has done what he promised you. If anyone dares to bully you and mom, Dad will beat him so hard that he won't even recognize his grandma."

After saying that, Scott Smith smiled slightly, raised his hand and pointed at the middle-aged man with a livid face lying on the ground, and the police captain David Wood who was limp on the ground on the other side. His movements were very chic and graceful, and he immediately captured the hearts of many female parents of students. To have such a powerful and domineering husband or boyfriend, who is also very handsome, is definitely the dream of most women.

A warm current flowed through Alice Jones's heart, and at that moment, she even felt that Scott Smith was not so annoying anymore.

Middle Land City downtown police station.

Scott Smith was taken to the interrogation room. The police captainDavid Wood who was beaten by him and the middle-aged man Xu Bin and his son were sent to the hospital together.David Wood and Xu Bin were both seriously injured, with broken ribs and slight internal bleeding. This was the result of Scott Smith's mercy. If he had used his full strength, the two would not be staying in the ward at this moment, but would be carried directly to the morgue.

Bright Diaz, the chief of the downtown police station, was furious. The police captainDavid Wood who was beaten was his nephew. Everyone in the bureau knew about their relationship.David Wood usually relied on Bright Diaz's support and acted arrogantly everywhere. Unexpectedly, he fell into Scott Smith's hands today.

Bright Diaz didn't feel bad when his nephew was beaten. His nephew only caused trouble for him all day long, and sometimes he wanted to slap him twice to vent his anger. But the key point was that Bright Diaz could beat his nephew, but if someone else beat him, it would be like a slap in the face to him, Bright Diaz, and he could not swallow this anger no matter what.

"We must punish this guy severely!" Bright Diaz slammed the table and ordered his men, "This is not just a simple fight. He hit the law enforcement officers of our police station. Give him a good beating first, and then hand him over to the judicial authorities and sentence him to three to five years in prison!"

"Yes, Chief." The subordinates retreated after receiving the order.

Bright Diaz sat behind his desk panting, picked up the phone and called another subordinate in, saying, "Go check this guy's information for me. No matter what, it's better to be cautious."

Being able to sit in the position of the chief of the downtown police station, Bright Diaz has always been a man of "better safe than sorry", but unfortunately he didn't know that this time he would capsize in the ditch, and it would be a big one.

In the interrogation room, Scott Smith was sitting leisurely, his handcuffs had been undone by himself long ago. At this moment, he was sitting with his legs crossed, smoking lazily, looking very uncomfortable. It didn't seem like he was in a police station at all, but rather in a coffee shop or a smoking room of a high-end hotel.

With a bang, the door of the interrogation room was roughly opened, and eight strong policemen rushed in. Among these policemen, there were many retired soldiers, and it can be seen that each of them is a good fighter.

The interrogation room was not big to begin with. After the eight policemen rushed in, they immediately occupied most of the room. The leader was the subordinate that Bright Diaz had just ordered. However, seeing that the subordinate had a sinister look on his face, he said to Scott Smith in a cold tone: "Boy, you dare to hit our chief's nephew, you are in big trouble. Today, we brothers will teach you a lesson and let you remember it in the future... Brothers, beat them!"

Eight policemen rushed towards Scott Smith with roars, but the eight roars soon turned into eight high-pitched screams and a series of rhythmic groans. Scott Smith sat back in the chair, holding a half-smoked cigarette and continuing to smoke. The eight policemen all lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

"Chief, this is bad!" The police officer who was ordered to check Scott Smith's information knocked on the door of Bright Diaz's office and said in a panic: "That person's information...is shown as 'no access' in the national citizen system. If you want to continue to check, you have to ask the provincial police department for permission."

"What!"

Bright Diaz's face suddenly turned pale, and he had a bad premonition. He quickly ran to the interrogation room himself, but before he could run out the door, another policeman rushed in.

"Chief Huang, something bad has happened!" the police officer said anxiously.

"What's wrong?!" Bright Diaz asked sharply.

"There was a fight in the interrogation room on the second floor!"

"Ah? Is the captured kid okay?" Bright Diaz's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

"fine……"

"Are you really alright?"

"It's really nothing. The ones who are in trouble are the police officers in our bureau. All eight of them are lying on the floor of the interrogation room. They all seem to be seriously injured. What should we do, Chief? Should we send them to the hospital immediately?"

“…”

Bright Diaz didn't say anything, his face turned green. What kind of Buddha had he invited back this time? It was all over. The career he had fought for most of his life was probably coming to an end.