"Someone has already gone to deal with it, so don't worry. That woman won't appear again."
The bearded police chief calmly continued pouring red wine.
Watching Han, he said, "But next time, could you find somewhere quieter for this sort of thing? Forcing someone on the street attracts far too much attention."
"Heh, aside from that lunatic showing up this time, what other problems are there?"
Han said disdainfully, "If I hadn't broken that bastard's legs in South Korea, I wouldn't have come here. What a bunch of worthless trash."
"Heh heh, don't you think that fetish of yours is a little too strange? You just have to do it in the middle of the street?!"
The bearded police chief was speechless, but he still handed over the wineglass in his hand.
"You don't understand that thrilling feeling. It's something you'll never experience."
Han looked at the bearded police chief in front of him with disdain.
"I don't want to experience it either, but you'd better lie low for a while. Tens of thousands of tourists have come running over, and Golden Legend might still be in San Francisco. If something happens when you run into him, I won't be able to cover it up for you."
The bearded man looked at the young man before him, a hint of disdain hidden in his eyes.
Even so, he continued speaking in such a good-natured manner.
After all, he could earn more money from casually helping Han with things he was capable of doing than he could have earned in an entire year before.
"How boring. Deal with that woman quickly. What are you trying to do by keeping her in the police station? I don't want this matter to have any other repercussions."
Han drained the remaining half glass of