At this moment, the other troublemakers called over a lot of rich friends.
Maybe there's some overlap in their circles, because someone on the other side recognized Young Master Thomas's group and smiled, "Yo, isn't this Young Master Thomas?"
Young Master Thomas also recognized someone on the other side but it didn't quell his anger.
The guy tried to play peacemaker, "It's just vomiting on a car, not on a person. Young Master Thomas, how about we have a drink and let this slide?"
"If someone vomited on my car at school, I'd definitely beat them up." At this moment, Young Master Thomas's younger brother, the blond-haired boy, sneered arrogantly.
The person talking to Young Master Thomas glanced at him, scowling, "Is this your place to speak? Get lost."
Young Master Thomas was furious, "How the hell are you talking to my brother?"
"Oh, is he your brother? Then I'm sorry, but keep him in line. He should shut up when he shouldn't be speaking," he replied.
Young Master Thomas gritted his teeth, "Bastard!"
Then he stepped forward and kicked, and soon his people and the ten individuals from the other side were entangled in a brawl, creating chaos immediately.
In the roadside bushes and on the public facility tables and chairs, the fight was brutal. Both sides had about a dozen people, and they were using bottles and mobile phones as makeshift weapons.
"Aren't you going to do something about this?" I asked Kyle Miller, who stood by, helplessly watching the riot. "Do something? How? Whichever side you help, you'll offend the other. Even if we arrest them all, lawyers would flood the precinct with complaints."
I couldn't take it any longer and shouted at the fighters, "Stop right now, anyone who keeps fighting, I'll arrest you!"
Unable to enter the fight, the blond-haired boy sneered at me, "You're the most clueless rookie cop I've ever met."
I looked at him, "Tell your brother and his friends to stop."
The blond-haired boy laughed, "Do you even know what the real nightlife means in Summit City?"
I was taken aback, did it have another meaning?
Behind me, Kyle Miller said, "It represents the night, the true dark life! The police represent day, and after 11 PM, night falls."
My eyes deepened. Who cares about day and night, I pulled out my gun and fired into the sky.
The sound of the gunshot stopped everyone in their tracks with shock.
"Everyone stop!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. The twenty or so rich kids halted and looked at me in astonishment.
I organized my thoughts and advised them, "This is a civil dispute, a simple apology could solve this, why resort to such means?"
The one who spat huffed, "I don't want to apologize for something like this."
Young Master Thomas also snorted, "I knew he wouldn't apologize, so we handle it our way."
At this, everyone looked at me like I was a fool. Someone clapped mockingly and looked at me, "Officer, you're so mighty, firing shots, who are you trying to scare?"
Then, this person approached me, touched my badge and rank dismissively, "Why don't you patrol on your motorcycle properly, don't ask for trouble, there's plenty of thieves to catch, stop bothering us, and your rank isn't high enough for this."
I shrugged off his hand, looked at the rich kids, and said, "Disperse, there's no need to fight. Sir, since you spat, just apologize and we'll leave it at that."
The spitting guy widened his eyes, thinking he heard wrong, and laughed out loud, "Are you stupid?"
My eye twitched, "What did you say?"
The guy leaned in and said word by word, "I said you're stupid!"
My face changed slightly.
Behind me, Kyle Miller held my shoulder, "Let it go, it's not worth it."
"Let it go? We're police officers, if they want to make trouble, they're against us!" I snorted coldly.
The rich kids heard me and looked at me mockingly, "So what if we make trouble? We're not killing or setting fires, what can you do? You have a gun, you gonna shoot us? We've paid so much tax, without us, you'd have no job. Instead of being grateful, you're interfering?"
The firearm regulations require every bullet's use to be documented, randomly firing requires a report and could lead to severe penalties for improper use.
So their provocation wasn't without thought, especially for cops like Tobby Curry, gun use is very strict. They knew he wouldn't dare to shoot, not even rashly.
Several rich kids laughed mockingly.
I took a deep breath and said, "It's just spitting, there's no need to brawl, alright? You're all young, apologize and be done with it."
Young Master Thomas ignored me, the rookie cop.
As he finished speaking, the spitting guy spat a big glob right in front of me, then looked up with a brazen smile, "Will this apology do?"
My eye twitched.
The other side went further, spitting directly onto my uniform and said carelessly, "Sorry officer, but I did it on purpose, didn't you say an apology would be enough?"
My eyes flashed with a cold darkness, I holstered my gun, pursed my lips, and asked Kyle Miller, "Is insulting a police officer a crime?"
Kyle Miller hesitated.
The rich kid who spat laughed out loud, "So what if I insult you?"
Smack!
Before he finished, I struck his neck with a chop, nearly twisting it, causing the guy to stumble to the ground. He got up face darkened, ready to confront me, "You dare lay hands on me?"
I didn't give him a chance to come close, kicked him down again, and said in a deep voice, "Not only will I lay hands, but I'll also arrest you!"
I said, stepping forward, grabbed his collar to take him away, but seven or eight rich kids immediately blocked my way.
"Try and arrest him!" someone taunted.
Seeing myself surrounded, my face showed no panic, but Kyle Miller hurried over, "Oh my, is this necessary?"
"Insulting a police officer, I'm arresting him on criminal charges, any questions should be addressed by your lawyer," I said, forcibly pulling the rich kid by the collar, trying to leave.
The others had no intention of giving way.
"Have you considered the consequences of obstructing police work?" I asked coldly.
"No need, but have you considered the consequences of your actions?" someone sneered.
Meanwhile, Young Master Thomas's group, seeing the others entangle with the police, went to leave gleefully, snickering, "Another hotheaded rookie cop, probably transferred in three days."
His brother tugged at him, looking at Tobby Curry surrounded by people, "Bro, that guy seems decent, can we help him out?"
"Help with what? The veteran cop by his side couldn't stop him. This guy's full of discipline and justice, doesn't he know sticking his neck out gets it chopped? You can help once, but not every time, let's go." Young Master Thomas said, pulling his brother away.