John Brown and his group were taken into the police car. Given their abilities, these officers clearly couldn't do much to them, but fighting the police outright wasn't an option either—that would make them far too conspicuous.
John Brown and his group were brought to the precinct. Quite a few people had been caught as well. For now, John Brown and his friends hadn't given a statement and were locked up in the same room as Martin Miller and his group.
"Hey, boss, this is your turf. You handle it," Martin said with a cheeky grin, puffing on a cigarette.
John Brown replied nonchalantly, "Just a fine, right?"
Martin smirked mischievously. "For a few of us, sure, a fine will do. But you're a YODC City local. Won't they insist on having your wife come pick you up?"
