The woman's face immediately darkened as Omi took out five dollars and still expected change.
"Not enough!" The woman yelled, her anger flaring.
"Ugh! It's not enough," Don Omi chuckled awkwardly.
"Oh, so what now? This is all I have," Omi said.
At that moment, a few other men from the kitchen came up, and the woman said, "He wanted to eat a king's meal, knowing that he only had five dollars on him, but he ate more than two hundred."
A burly man said angrily, "Kid, you don't want to hang around if you dare to eat like a king at my place."
Omi laughed, "Misunderstanding, I really don't want to eat like a king."
The woman said, "Call the police."
The other man immediately called the police; the police station was nearby and arrived in a few minutes.
A man and a woman came, and the woman was the captain.
Omi looked at the policewoman and found that she was a beautiful woman with a super hot body; Omi couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Omi already knew that calling the police meant reporting to the authorities, and after the stall owner reported to the authorities, Omi didn't resist; he wasn't a scoundrel, so he waited at the stall for the constable to come.
I just didn't expect that this world was like this, and there was a beautiful woman as a constable.
The beautiful policeman asked loudly, "Who dares to eat like a king?"
Omi busily said, "Your Excellency, it's me, I'm eating like a king."
The beautiful policewoman was furious, admitting so crisply; this is not putting the police in his eyes, ah.
The fiery policewoman walked up to Omi and said angrily, "You're the one who indulges in extravagant meals?"
"Yes, my lord."
"My lord?" The fiery policewoman frowned.
Omi said, "But, my lord, I don't really want to eat like a king; I just don't have enough money for food."
The woman from the big stall said angrily, "Officer, don't listen to his sophistry; he ate and drank more than two hundred, but he took five dollars to me at the checkout. If this isn't trying to eat like a king, then what is?"
Even if he took five dollars to me, he still dared to tell me about the change."
The beautiful officer looked at Omi and yelled, "Take out your ID card."
"What's an ID card? Never seen it." Don Omi said.
"What, so drag." Fiery female police was in a rage; this guy completely does not put her in the eyes; she thought the police were monkeys.
Fiery policewoman had a bad temper; a sudden kick over, to deal with this kind of small punk, fiery policewoman was never polite.
However, Omi moved to the side; fiery explosive policewoman kicked the air, almost to a split.
The Fire Explosion policewoman was even more furious, but also a little surprised that Omi was able to dodge her kick.
The big stall owner was busy saying, "Officer, see, this is a scoundrel; he even dares to play you guys."
Omi really didn't know what an ID card was.
The fiery policewoman asked the male policeman to search Omi's body and found his wallet, but there was no ID in the wallet, only a photo.
The fiery policewoman ordered, "Escort him into the car and return to the station."
"Yes! Captain." Omi was taken to the police car by the male cop and did not resist.
The beautiful police officer asked the stall owner, "How much did he eat? I'll pay for him upfront."
"$235."
The beautiful officer paid and got into the police car.
Omi sat in the back of the car and looked unblinkingly at the male officer driving the car.
Omi asked, "Officer, what will it take to make the car obey? "Omi stopped calling them lord and called them police officers instead because the owner of the large stall had just called them police officers as well.
The beautiful officer and the male officer were stunned.
"What did you say?"
"I mean, what would it take to make this car obey."
The two policemen furrowed their brows deeply, not understanding what this guy was talking about at all, and seeing as how Omi looked serious and didn't look like a psychopath, then he was deliberately playing them earlier.
"Don't talk, behave yourself," the fiery policewoman thundered.
Omi saw that the two constables didn't respond, so he had to stop.
Back at the police station, Omi was taken to an interrogation room where the fiery policewoman personally interrogated him. She didn't need to come here personally for this, but she had a very bad impression of Omi, and no punk had ever dared to play her.
"Cooperate and confess; I'll ask, you answer," the fiery policewoman said seriously.
"Yes, officer." Omi obeyed with a nod.
"What's the name?"
"Don Omi."
"Occupation?"
"I don't understand."
The fiery policewoman's eyebrows jumped, and she knocked on the table in warning, "Don't pull a rascal with me. I'll be kind to put you in detention, so behave yourself."
Omi didn't know what a profession was, so he said, "No."
The fiery policewoman asked again, "Age?"
This Omi made a mistake; Omi was eighteen years old in his world, but how old was he in this world, Omi didn't know.
"I don't know." Omi answered truthfully.
The fiery policewoman yelled, "Give me some cooperation."
"I really don't know." Omi said with an innocent face.
The fiery policewoman asked again, "Home address?"
Omi was busy saying, "I know this, the Songtao neighborhood."
"Be specific, which building, any number?."
"I don't know."
The fiery policewoman slammed the table and yelled, "Omi, if you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being rude."
"I really don't know."
The fiery policewoman looked at him angrily, but Omi wasn't intimidated by her eyes and smiled hehehe, "Officer, you're so good-looking, you must be the number one beauty constable in the famous Jianghu."
The fiery policewoman was expressionless, "Who else is in the family?"
"I don't know."
"Any bad habits? Like taking drugs and such."
Omi asked, "Is it a bad habit if you like to peek at your sis in the shower?"
"Bang." The fiery policewoman slapped the table and said angrily, "Omi, are you still playing with me?"
"Uh, no, you said yourself that you were frank and lenient, and you're still not satisfied that I've confessed to something so private."
"You..." The fiery policewoman threw the pen in her hand.
Omi's head jerked.
Omi said to himself, this beautiful constable, she's so hot-tempered, just like her boobs, burst.
"You're good; I'll see how long you can talk tough. I'll keep you detained until you cooperate willingly."
The fiery policewoman walked out of the interrogation room and ordered to a male officer, "Detain him."
"Yes!"
Omi didn't resist and was taken to a detention room in the police station.
Omi looked at the bars, and that's how he knew he was being locked up.
"Damn, I'll have to go to jail even if I eat a tyrannical meal." Omi was speechless; of course, it was impossible to hold him in this small detention room.
"Kid, reflect well, it's no good to go against the police. Whenever you're willing to cooperate properly, you'll be released," the policeman said, slamming the iron door of the detention center shut.