The previously arrogant police chief just collapsed to the ground like that. The shattered skull splattered the faces of the surrounding officers. Instantly, those who were laughing moments ago started screaming in terror. Then, they scattered about like headless flies. They bore no resemblance to how police officers should behave. It was nothing compared to the Bondi and Holle in Jason’s memory. Even young Finch was far superior. In terms of professional honor and personal cultivation, they were much too lacking. But this was none of Jason’s business. Jason didn’t make any additional comments. The female pastry chef had already made things very clear. Jason was more concerned about the officers who were moving the bodies, tending to the wounded, and securing the scene. These officers were highly professional. And, throughout the entire process, they hadn’t spoken a single word. Jason noticed something familiar about these officers. The Harbor Guard Army! The smallest in number yet strongest force, protecting Gerard’s Harbor Guard. Although the capabilities of these people in front of him might not be on that level, the aura was very similar. These officers came from a military background! And not just any military, but a unit akin to an ace force! How could such warriors become police officers? Jason had no disdain for police officers; rather, he understood that each of these warriors was hard to come by, requiring not just time and money, but also innate talent. Just as the Harbor Guard Army wouldn’t join the patrol guards. They were meant to execute missions like penetrating enemy lines or beheading operations. Even if they were to go to the police department, they should be serving as special instructors, not regular officers. But the scene before him had unfolded. A group of elite warriors had become regular officers. What kind of man would the self-proclaimed Edward, who was in command of these officers, be? The deputy chief of police? Jason found that hard to believe. At this point, Edward’s questioning of the female pastry chef had been completed as well. He turned to look straight at Jason. Jason calmly met that gaze. He was also prepared to react. The worst case scenario was merely being taken back for questioning. Jason wasn’t worried about this at all. His experiences in two different copied worlds had made him realize that his identity was “genuine”. However, to his surprise— “Newdeth City has changed.” “Some methods no longer work here.” After saying that, the man who claimed to be Deputy Chief Edward turned to his subordinates and commanded, “Withdraw.” Jason furrowed his brows. He keenly latched onto the key point: the changes in Decheng seemed to be related to the military? So, was the military dispatched for that reason? Thinking this, Jason watched as Deputy Chief Edward was about to exit the pastry shop and directly spoke to stop him. Jason deliberately raised his voice. Not only did Edward hear him, but so did his others. These men paused, instinctively turning back. “Compensation for the Watchdog Pastry House.” Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jason pointed around him with righteousness. “The pastries scattered on the ground, the shattered door.” “The floor stained with blood.” “It should be compensated.” As Jason was saying this, the female pastry chef attempted to pull at Jason’s clothes to indicate he didn’t need to do this. But before she could touch Jason, he had already sidestepped her. Then, he looked even more calmly at Edward. Edward furrowed his brows slightly. “I will report this.”