Charles Bennett suddenly felt quite confident now. The current internet regulations are far from perfect. Although he might be suspected of infringing on Miss Brooks's portrait rights, if it really came down to a lawsuit, it’s hard to say who would win. Besides, if this pretty policewoman in front of him really wanted to arrest him, she would have already cuffed him and taken him back to the station, instead of wasting so much time talking to him here.

Ethan Brooks was indeed having such doubts at the moment. She had only accidentally discovered Charles Bennett's "masterpiece," and the scene in the book involving a child’s buyi made Ethan Brooks furious. After all, any woman would be upset to see herself turned into a victim in a YY novel. However, she had only come here driven by anger, and in reality, she didn’t really dare to do anything to Charles Bennett.

According to Article 100 of the General Principles of Civil Law of our country: Citizens have the right to their portrait, and without their consent, no one may use a citizen’s portrait for profit... But Charles Bennett's lousy book is a public work and has nothing to do with "profit."

And Article 120 of the General Principles of Civil Law states: If a citizen’s right to their name, portrait, reputation, or honor is infringed upon, they have the right to demand the cessation of the infringement, restoration of reputation, elimination of influence, an apology, and may also demand compensation for losses... For Ethan Brooks, taking legal action would be a good option, but what could she really do to Charles Bennett? Could she tell the judge that in the book, she was XO’d by Charles Bennett's protagonist? When it comes to reputation, women are always reserved. In general, with things that would sound bad if spread around, they usually don’t take legal action.

At this moment, Charles Bennett's slick talk made Ethan Brooks, known as the "little pepper of the police force," furious. If she didn’t teach Charles Bennett a lesson, she’d feel like she was slacking off. As everyone knows, our country’s police are always pretty tough. In other countries, the police gather enough evidence before making an arrest. But our police arrest people first and talk later; if you can’t prove your innocence, you just keep sitting in there.

With a cold smile on her pretty face, Lucy Brooks looked like a rose with thorns. Doing her best to suppress her anger, she spoke in an official tone: “Mr. Charles Bennett, I suspect you are involved in a robbery case from a few days ago. Please come with me!”

“Sure, but I have the right to call my lawyer first, right? Hmm, the famous lawyer Ryan Clark, I’m sure you’ve heard of him.” Charles Bennett calmly took out his phone. He could tell this chick wanted to settle a personal score, but he wasn’t afraid at all—after all, his best buddy was the most impressive lawyer in the city.

Hearing this, Ethan Brooks's heart tightened. She had heard of Ryan Clark's reputation. If she really acted recklessly this time, she might bring trouble to the police force. Anxious and angry, her small fists clenched with a crack, this impulsive little pepper decided to go all out: “Fine, I’ll give you one minute to make your call. When you’re done, you’re coming with me!”

Damn, is this chick really all boobs and no brains? She’s actually serious? Charles Bennett was quite frustrated, and judging by Ethan Brooks's posture, she looked like she was about to beat him up.

Big Bennett was a bit anxious as he calculated his odds. This girl was clearly trained, while he was just an ordinary guy—not the invincible protagonist from his own books. If it really came to a fight, he’d probably be in trouble today.

If it was wrestling, with the strength he’d built up from regular workouts, Charles Bennett was eighty percent confident; if it was Sanda, using shameless moves like the "dragon claw" or "monkey steals the peach," Charles Bennett had about thirty percent confidence; but if Ethan Brooks drew her gun, Charles Bennett had zero chance... A wise man doesn’t fight when the odds are bad, and Charles Bennett didn’t dare to actually resist arrest or assault a police officer—he’d never clear his name then. He gave in: “Come on, let’s talk this out. Is this really necessary?”

“Come on? Do I look old to you?!” Ethan Brooks's voice shot up by twenty decibels, and the bowling balls on her chest surged in a mighty wave.

“Oh, miss, sorry.”

“Don’t call me miss! Believe it or not, I’ll cut out your tongue!” Ethan Brooks's voice rose another twenty decibels, and her chest was already heaving like a stormy sea.

“Alright, officer, let’s have a good police-civilian cooperation today. You ask, I answer, guaranteed to satisfy you.”

“No way, come with me right now!”

“Wait, let me make a call first... Hello, Young Clark? What, going to Dream Paradise tonight for some fun? Cut the crap, get to the police station, your buddy’s in trouble today!”

Chapter 002: I Actually Have Fans?

“Lily, hey, can you listen to me seriously for a second? It’s already four in the afternoon, and you’re still sleeping?” Ethan Brooks yelled into her phone, her pretty face looking fierce and nothing like a lady.

“Yo, my big police officer, who pissed you off? Why do you sound like you swallowed a stick of dynamite? If there’s something you can’t handle, tell your sister here—watch me strangle that jerk for you!” A drowsy, slightly raspy female voice came from the phone, sounding both sleepy and a bit roguish.

“You brat, cut the nonsense. Let me ask you, did you post my photo on your blog?” Ethan Brooks asked nervously.