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The police chief was overweight, which wasn’t surprising.

But to be this overweight was somewhat unusual.

His corpulent figure was very easy to remember.

So basically everyone in the area knew him.

His name was Bright.

Although this guy was a police chief, he was full of profanities when he spoke, starting with "FUCK YOU" and ending with "SHIT."

As a result, many people, especially the women of this area, didn’t like dealing with him.

Even if they had a case that needed police attention, seeing him would discourage them from interacting.

This fellow was a typical redneck from the Beautiful Country.

What’s a redneck?

It refers to white rural workers or small-town residents in the Beautiful Country.

These people are extremely conservative, stubborn, xenophobic, and not very bright.

They get the name "redneck" because their necks turn red from working under the sun.

In the Beautiful Country, "redneck" has become synonymous with conservatism.

It had been over ten minutes since the conflict between Xu Yang, Wang Xiaocong, and Harriman began.

Normally, the security near the Empire State Building is very good; in the event of an incident, police would definitely arrive within three minutes.

For Bright to take so long was very abnormal.

There was a reason for Bright’s delay, however.

Because he had just been assisting a Wall Street tycoon’s mistress in searching for her Teddy bear with his officers.

Luckily, by the time he heard about the altercation here, the tycoon’s mistress’s Teddy bear had already been found.

Otherwise, it would’ve been impossible for him to come over so quickly with his team.

"What’s going on here, who gave you permission to make trouble?" Bright demanded angrily, scanning the area with his eyes.

His gaze fell on Xu Yang and Wang Xiaocong.

From their demeanor, he judged that the two Asians must be rich second-generations.

So young, dressed so well, if they weren’t rich second-generations, then what?

Rich second-generation, meaning their families were worth at least a billion.

No matter if he was a redneck or not, he still had some basic observational skills.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to become the police chief of such a bustling district.

Just as he was about to question the two, a voice came from the side.

"Chief Bright, you’ve finally arrived, I’ve been waiting for you so miserably."

Harriman recognized Bright.

The reason Harriman knew Bright was because he had previously attended an event in this area.

At that event, Bright had come with his team to maintain order.

Furthermore, there had been some issues at the event, and Harriman had interacted with Bright.

Harriman was very adept at schmoozing; even though he was a popular singer, he felt it wouldn’t be bad to have a friend like Police Chief Bright. They exchanged phone numbers, and he even gifted Bright a designer lighter worth twenty thousand dollars.

Bright also took pride in knowing and networking with Harriman.

Both got what they wanted, creating the foundations of a friendship.

In truth, when Harriman was being assaulted just now, he hoped that Bright would show up in time to rescue him from danger.

But things had not gone his way, and he had screamed miserably as he was beaten, without Bright appearing.

Fortunately, now that Xu Yang and Wang Xiaocong were about to leave, Bright finally showed up.

That way, he could stop Xu Yang and Wang Xiaocong, waiting for the boss to arrive.

"Fuck, who the hell are you, keep away from me!"

When Bright saw a person with a bruised nose, disheveled hair, and a filthy body rushing up to him, he was taken aback.

If he hadn’t been concerned about appearing unprofessional in front of so many people, he would have kicked him already.

No way could he recognize Harriman looking like that.

And that couldn’t be blamed on him.

Even Harriman’s mother wouldn’t recognize him, probably.

As a casual friend, it was very normal for Bright not to recognize him.

It was understandable and excusable.

"Chief Bright, I’m Harriman, Harriman!" Harriman’s nose was bent out of shape with frustration, "You motherfucker, do you not even recognize me anymore?"

This guy had accepted a lighter worth ten thousand dollars from him, and now had the nerve not to recognize him; it was preposterous.

If he knew what he looked like now, he wouldn’t be so angry.

In the "beautiful country," when ordinary people see a police officer, they react like mice to a cat.

Because the "beautiful country" does not outlaw guns, there is a serious proliferation of firearms.

There are over four hundred million guns among the civilian population in the "beautiful country."

And the population of the "beautiful country" is just over three hundred million.

That means, on average, there is one gun per person.

Exclude the children, and you can imagine the extent of firearm proliferation in the "beautiful country."

The glut of firearms has had very serious consequences.

One of which is the frequent occurrence of shooting incidents.

People around the world regularly see news of shootings happening in the "beautiful country" on online media.

Many "beautiful country" citizens who come to Huaxia hide reflexively at the sound of firecrackers.

It can be said that due to the frequent shootings, the "beautiful country" citizens have fear of gunfire etched into their genes.

Also, because of the widespread availability of guns, the police have an extensive authority to enforce the law.

For example, if a patrolling officer suspects you and tells you to raise your hands, and you don’t, it is perfectly legal for the officer to shoot you dead.

That’s still not the worst of it—police officers who believe you are making a move to draw a gun can justifiably shoot you on the spot.

To Huaxia people, such scenarios are utterly unthinkable.

Yet, in the "beautiful country," it’s quite common.

Giving police such sweeping authority to enforce the law is a consequence of rampant guns, making their work environment exceedingly dangerous.

One careless moment could mean losing their life.

Of course, the police in the "beautiful country" are also comparatively well-paid.

High risk, high reward.

"Beautiful country" police sometimes end up shooting black citizens.

So naturally, ordinary people are very meek in the presence of the police.

The best response when encountering an officer is to do exactly what they say—don’t attempt to argue, and certainly do not resist.

Otherwise, the next second might be your last.

This is also why many Huaxia people, who are quite bold in Huaxia, raising their voice or even getting physical with police, become model citizens in the "beautiful country"; they become as compliant as good citizens can be in front of "beautiful country" police.

Ordinary folks fear the police, but the wealthy do not.

The "beautiful country" is a paradise for capitalists.

In the "beautiful country," if you have money, you’re the boss, the daddy, the sugar mama!

Why do so many wealthy Huaxia people love to flock to the "beautiful country"?

With money, you can do whatever you want.

Of course, it feels fantastic.

If you had money, you would love that kind of life too.

Harriman dared to speak to Bright that way because, in comparison to Bright, he was a wealthy man.

Moreover, he was a popular singer with the backing of a big-name financier.

In the "beautiful country," as long as it wasn’t about the moneyed bigwigs and their associates, or state governors and higher, he didn’t need to care too much.

His befriending Bright was purely because he had his own motives.

He wanted to gather information about some big figures in the area through Bright.

After all, as a sheriff, Bright was definitely very knowledgeable about these matters.

The purpose of Harriman’s actions was naturally to do some business with the information obtained from Bright.

As for what business, only he knew.