"Police aren't omnipotent!" the little boy said without a second thought, his youthful voice completely at odds with his tone.
Kevin Cliff's smile at the corner of his mouth deepened, good, he shares the same notion.
"Call your family!" Kevin Cliff tossed him a phone, speaking as if he didn't consider him a child at all.
The little boy wasn't scared off by his coldness, picked up the phone, and dialed a string of numbers while looking down.
"Help... police uncle, help..." As soon as the call connected, the little boy glanced at him defiantly and yelled for help in fluent English to the person on the other end.
Kevin Cliff was surprised by the number he'd dialed but calmly took back the phone and identified himself to the other side, explaining it was just a prank.
After putting down the phone, Kevin Cliff looked at the little boy, who was now lying behind his seat, proudly saying, "This is when the police come in handy."
Indeed, the body of a child but the soul of an adult.
