Heath glanced at the man. His expression looked normal, and there was nothing particularly noteworthy about him. If Heath had to describe him, he would have said the man before him was probably just an ordinary middle-aged man, with nothing strange about him. He simply could not quite understand why Zoroark had such a problem with him.
"What's wrong?" Heath asked Zoroark. Although Zoroark was rather mischievous, she rarely did anything particularly irrational. In Heath's view, her anger now was probably because this man had done something.
"That guy just tried to touch my butt. I checked three times just now." Zoroark looked at Heath helplessly, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Good grief, a furry, huh?
No, wait. Thinking about it carefully, Zoroark was currently maintaining Betty's appearance. In other words, this man was not a furry, but a pervert, a pure and simple pervert. Heath did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he did have a few ways of dealing with this sort of thing. He simply called the Officer Jennys' emergency number. After that, all he needed to do was pull up the surveillance footage.
Naturally, Heath's food truck had surveillance cameras, though most of the time they only faced the kitchen. After all, not everyone liked having a camera pointed at them, so Heath had put considerable thought into their placement. There were only two very ordinary cameras, there to guard against unexpected incidents. The Officer Jennys had also required them, since restaurants were sometimes hotspots for crime.
Rather than arguing afterward, Heath felt it was better to have surveillance footage and let it speak for itself. Otherwise, both sides would insist they were right, leaving the Officer Jennys with the difficult task of deciding the case.
After pulling up the footage, Heath