After suffering a hidden loss, David Clark's dark face flushed bright red, and he could only glare fiercely at William Carter. "Just wait till we get back, I'll deal with you then."

William Carter shouted angrily, "So just because you're a cop you can beat people and detain them at will? I'm going to sue you for abuse of power."

David Clark sneered, "Idiot, watched too many movies, huh? What human rights do suspects have? According to the 'Great Chinese Empire Police Law', for suspects caught in the act of committing a crime, police have the right to use criminal enforcement and criminal detention. Kid, we're acting according to the law—even if you were a royal prince, today you'd still have to come with us..."

David Clark had been a criminal police officer for nearly twenty years, and when it came to theory, he had it all down pat. Even a professional lawyer would have a hard time finding a flaw in a short time, let alone a high school student like William Carter, who barely understood the law.

William Carter was never good with words, and after all, he was still a hot-blooded youth. Though he could usually act calm and cold, being treated unfairly after saving someone left him both aggrieved and furious. With his blood boiling, if not for a bit of reason left in his mind, he would have punched this hateful cop right then. But after David Clark's words, he was so angry he couldn't even speak.

"Get him in the car. This one's tough—everyone be careful..."

With a wave of David Clark's hand, several officers grabbed William Carter's arms, pressed his head down, and shoved him into the police car.

"Wait, wait a second!"

Emily Foster, who had just been escorted down the mountain by two officers, shouted loudly from a distance.

David Clark knew this young lady had an extraordinary background—the chief had repeatedly instructed him to ensure her safety. If not for her, the police wouldn't have arrived so quickly and in such numbers. Seeing her speak up, he frowned slightly and signaled to the police car driver, who immediately understood, started the car, and quickly drove off.

Seeing this, Emily Foster grew anxious and hurried over. But the police car was even faster, turning sharply and speeding away with sirens blaring and a trail of dust.

David Clark approached Emily Foster, his dark face now wearing a gentle expression. "As long as Miss Ye is safe, that's all that matters."

Emily Foster pointed anxiously at the departing police car. "That person is my classmate! Why did you arrest him too?"

David Clark replied solemnly, "This person is involved in a major case of shooting a police officer. He must be taken back for thorough questioning. Miss Ye, you have a noble status, so you may not understand these seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youths—they're bold and reckless, there's nothing they won't do. Especially those who like to disrupt social order, never knowing the responsibilities a citizen should bear."

Then his tone softened, offering comfort: "But since he has nothing to do with this case, the law will give him a fair outcome. Please trust in our ability and integrity, Miss Ye—we would never wrong a good person."

Emily Foster was both angry and anxious. Since childhood, she had only interacted with high-ranking officials and dignitaries, all of whom indulged her in every way. Even at school, with her beauty and intelligence, she was always successful. She had never encountered someone like David Clark, who brushed her off so directly.

Having worked at the grassroots for so many years, David Clark had seen everything on both sides of the law and had long become a slick, seasoned cop. He knew full well that Emily Foster wanted to help William Carter, but with a few righteous-sounding reasons, he easily blocked her, leaving her powerless.

And since Emily Foster herself had no influence here, anxious, she didn't want to waste words with this old fox. She took out her phone and called the city police chief, Director Bolton.

"Uncle Bolton, it's me, Yiyi. Mm, I'm fine, very safe, thank you for your concern, Uncle Bolton. It's like this, I have a favor to ask, Uncle Bolton—one of my classmates..."

After talking for a while, Emily Foster handed the phone to David Clark. "Please take Uncle Bolton's call..."

David Clark glanced at Emily Foster, took the phone calmly, and said, "Yes, Director Bolton, it's me. Here's the situation: the suspect was extremely vicious and three of our brothers were killed. Yes, yes, that kid is closely connected to the suspect, yes, yes, I understand..."

After the call, David Clark's face darkened slightly as he handed the phone back to Emily Foster.

"We will enforce the law impartially. No matter what, that boy still has to cooperate with the investigation. I hope you understand, Miss Ye. There are many follow-up matters to handle—please take the car and leave first."

As for these children of powerful families, David Clark had never had any fondness for them. So after speaking, he didn't wait for Emily Foster's response and simply walked away.

"Waiting for the rain in the sky blue, while I wait for you..."

The gentle melody of "Blue and White Porcelain" played from her phone. Emily Foster glanced at it—it was a call back from Uncle Bolton, and she quickly answered.

"Uncle Bolton..."

On the other end, Uncle Bolton paused out of habit before saying, "Yiyi, your classmate got involved in the case, and things are a bit complicated..."

Emily Foster's status was very special. Even though Uncle Bolton was the city police chief, he still had to give her an explanation. But with three officers killed in the shootout, even the chief couldn't just release someone at will.

Emily Foster snapped her phone shut, her expression icy. "These bureaucrats, that David Clark, he's really arrogant. And this Uncle Bolton, just playing Tai Chi with me. They're really bullying me just because I'm a girl!"