He didn't know how Old Ye immobilised them in the principal's office earlier.
Mr. Smith, as a member of the Smith family, has always been worshipped and flattered wherever he goes. When has he suffered such grievances?
It would be strange if he didn't take care of Old Ye after he was humiliated in the principal's office; he was haughty in manner and arrogant at heart.
He called the police when he wanted to pick up his son to arrest Old Ye.
"Don't arrest my grandfather; he didn't commit any crime; he didn't break the law." When John came out of the school gate and saw police officers charging towards Old Ye with Fatty's father in charge, he yelled out anxiously while running over with his schoolbag towards Old Ye.
"Little beast, you are lucky you are still not of age; if not, you would rot in jail with your grandfather," Mr. Smith snorted in disdain.
Old Ye stood there without saying a word. In a few seconds, he rummaged through the former Old Ye's memories, and that is when he recognised those ten black-uniformed men.
What an impressive line-up, showcasing Mr. Smith's capability. With just a casual argument, he deployed ten police officers.
"Freeze, you are under arrest for assaulting Mr. Smith and 'causing a public disturbance in the school premises." The office in lead threw prop charges as he strode forward with handcuffs.
"Grandpa!" John called out to Old Ye anxiously, but he couldn't get to him because he was being held back by one of the police officers.
Old Ye didn't have the intention of surrendering himself to the police, nor did he have the intention of getting into a battle with them; he didn't want to bring trouble to his grandchildren.
He snorted, and an airwave swept through the police officers. The cop in the lead with the handcuffs suddenly froze and didn't move for a split second.
Seeing the situation, Mr. Smith became impatient and barked at the police officer rudely, "Why are you standing like a zombie? Arrest him and take him to jail. Make sure you don't give him any food. Let him starve to death in your custody."
Someone who could say such words to the police force at the front gate of Brilliant School, with parents from all walks of life present, isn't an ordinary person, to show how impressive the Smiths are.
The police officer holding the handcuffs suddenly turned around and rebuked, "Your father! I am going to arrest you and watch how you are going to say nonsense publicly. You dare scold this officer. Do you think being an officer is for a show?"
Two police officers roughly grabbed Mr. Smith, shocking him even more; even the people watching couldn't believe their eyes.
Is the police officer arresting a Smith? How is that possible?
But such a thing was happening right before their eyes; not only were they putting their handcuffs in Mr. Smith's hand, they were roughly pushing him away.
"Officers, how dare you? Do you know who I am? I am Smith; I will make you all lose your jobs, and your entire family will die. Do you know who you are offending?" Mr. Smith was so embarrassed by being arrested publicly that he went off the handle and started ranting.
The police he brought were the ones arresting him—unimaginable!
John's face lit up in joy; although he thought his grandfather was very impressive, he didn't expect that he was to the extent of turning everything around.
He ran over to Old Ye, beaming with joy, "How is school today?" Old Ye looked at his face and asked smilingly.
"It was fine; that fatty didn't come looking for my trouble," John responded, grinning from ear to ear. He had never had a peaceful day like this ever since he started attending Brilliant High School.
Old Ye's frightening action in the principal's office has truly frightened Mr Smith's son.
"Good, I will take you to where to eat; get on the bicycle," Old Ye told John.
While he was on his way to pick up John, along the way he saw a beautiful eatery and decided to give him a treat.
Ever since he came to Earth, he has not eaten any food made on Earth.
Although he could go millions of days without eating, as long as he is absorbing spiritual qi, he won't get hungry.
Riding together with John on his bicycle, he arrived at the beautiful eatery. He parked his bicycle in a corner.
When the doorman saw the two of them alighting from a bicycle worth just two hundred dollars, his face was filled with disdain.
Do such poor people want to eat in an expensive restaurant like theirs? He thought.
He shook his head. The thought that Old Ye and John were here to beg money from the rich diners inside the restaurant made him even more dissatisfied with them.
"Only people that are here to eat are allowed inside; we don't allow beggars in; please leave." The doorman shooed them away immediately after they got seven feet away from the entrance.
Old Ye acted like he didn't hear him and continued walking forward, infuriating the doorman. "Punk, don't even try to act smart with me; turn around and leave; I will not allow you into our restaurant."
The doorman stood in the way, blocking them from entering.
That is when Old Ye realised he was the one the doorman was talking to; he didn't expect someone would say such words to him someday.
He began to wonder whether Earth was filled with people who ate dragon galls; in the immortal world, his presence alone was enough to make people prostrate in worship.
Too bad no one can see his cultivation level on Earth.
"We are here to eat," Old Ye finally opened his mouth and said.
"I thought I would have to spend some money to find you; as we may have it, here you are, sending yourself to my door. I will gladly make you have a taste of you slapping me," Ben said fiercely the moment his gaze fell on Old Ye.