Olivia Miller found it amusing—this constable was actually named 'Yuan Huan' (Round Ring).

　　Helen Howard glanced at Charles Grant impatiently and said, "Mind your own business."

　　"I'm just afraid you might have caught the wrong person," Charles Grant said in a low voice.

　　"I'm telling you, this time I really didn't catch the wrong person," Helen Howard sneered coldly, then muttered to himself, "All day long it's 'me, me, me'—where did this country bumpkin come from..."

　　Charles Grant's expression changed, and he was about to speak.

　　Suddenly, someone burst out laughing—a somewhat childish voice said, "Haha, so you didn't catch the wrong person this time, which means you did the previous times!"

　　"Young master, don't say such things," Ying'er tugged at Olivia Miller and whispered.

　　For a moment, quite a few people burst out laughing.

　　The burly man with a tiger tattoo mocked, "This damn constable, you can tell he's no good at a glance. Turns out he's always arresting the wrong people, hahaha!"

　　"What are you laughing at?" Helen Howard swung his whip, stepped up to Olivia Miller, and stared at him with a menacing grin. "Where did this little pretty boy come from? Did you wash up properly before coming here? How dare you act up in front of Lord Huan!"

　　Olivia Miller blinked.

　　This guy had a nasty look and an even nastier mouth.

　　And he himself was supposed to be a fool.

　　So he simply spat, right into Helen Howard's eye.

　　"I'll kill your damn ancestors!" Helen Howard was furious, raising his whip to strike.

　　Olivia Miller dared to spit at him only because, out of the corner of his eye, he saw William Grant coming over from that direction.

　　"Stop!"

　　Sure enough, with a loud shout from William Grant, Helen Howard's whip froze in midair.

　　"What are you doing!" William Grant walked over.

　　Helen Howard wasn't actually that afraid of William Grant, the squad leader, since his own father was a company commander.

　　But with so many eyes watching, he couldn't act out in front of the squad leader, so he grumbled, "Squad leader, this little brat made fun of me and spat in my face."

　　Everyone looked over. Olivia Miller stood with his hands behind his back, an innocent and pure expression on his handsome face—as if to say, Come, let me see just how close my big brother is with 'Lord Zhang of the Capital Commandery'.

　　William Grant gently patted Helen Howard's shoulder and lowered his voice: "This young man's family is connected with Commander Zhang..."

　　Helen Howard's face turned uncertain.

　　Since the commander was being used to pressure him, he knew he'd just been bullied for nothing, and there was no way to get back at them for now. He could only cup his hands to William Grant: "Understood."

　　This was Helen Howard giving William Grant some face.

　　He turned around and stomped on the old man's body, cursing, "You old bastard, that's what you get for running your mouth. You'll get what's coming to you next."

　　Then he grabbed the old man, ready to leave.

　　"Wait, you haven't explained this case yet," Charles Grant suddenly said.

　　Helen Howard hadn't expected that after giving William Grant some face, Charles Grant would still dare to challenge him. He bit his lower lip, his expression growing even more vicious.

　　"Jack Grant, right? You just joined the patrol, so I guess you don't know all the rules yet," Helen Howard stared at Charles Grant coldly.

　　When he said Charles Grant's name, he deliberately slurred it, making it sound like 'idiot'.

　　"He says he's innocent, so we should ask more questions," Charles Grant said.

　　Helen Howard poked him in the chest. "There are some rules you don't understand. Let me tell you: new guys should watch more, learn more, and talk less. Got it?"

　　William Grant didn't want to offend the son of Commander Yuan, so he patted Charles Grant's back and said, "Don't meddle in other people's cases."

　　Charles Grant said, "But this man is innocent."

　　"Innocent?" Helen Howard pressed down harder on the old man's back, making him cry out in pain.

　　Hearing the scream, he grinned wickedly at Charles Grant: "Fine, you say he's innocent, that's fine. But if I didn't catch the wrong person, from now on, every time you see me, you have to respectfully call me Brother Huan."

　　That didn't sound like an unreasonable demand.

　　Helen Howard looked at the old man under his foot, but he knew in his heart that as long as Charles Grant agreed, he'd be under his heel for life.

　　William Grant shook his head at Charles Grant.

　　Charles Grant lowered his head, hesitating.

　　But the old man wailed, "I'm truly innocent..."

　　"Fine, I agree," Charles Grant said.

　　Helen Howard smiled and ordered someone to bring back the victim and the witness.

　　"Boss Hao of Good Tea Shop, right? Yesterday you lost a silver piece worth three taels and six qian, is that correct?"

　　"Yes."

　　Helen Howard nodded and asked, "This old Gao does odd jobs, and often works for you, right?"

　　"Yes."

　　"Yesterday you lost the silver, and old Gao happened to come by, right?"

　　"Yes."

　　"You lost the silver, and there are shop assistants who can testify, right?"

　　"Yes."

　　Helen Howard patted Boss Hao and said, "Take out the silver."

　　Boss Hao's eyes darted around, and rather reluctantly, he reached into his clothes.

　　"Hurry up! No one's going to swallow your little bit of silver."

　　Helen Howard snatched the silver from Boss Hao's hand and tossed it to a clerk behind him. "Old Fang, weigh it—how many taels and qian?"