Jason’s response surprised the man inside the door.
It took the man a good two or three seconds to look through the peephole at the exterior.
The ‘Watchdog Pastry House’ had two doors.
One was the wooden door inside.
The other was the iron door on the outside.
At this moment, the iron door was open while the wooden door was closed.
The man had been peering outside through the peephole of the wooden door.
“Those stale cakes are from yesterday.”
“I’ll make you some fresh ones, they’ll taste better straight out of the oven,”
said the female pastry chef.
Jason immediately stopped in his tracks.
Trouble always seemed to find a way.
Even if one didn’t look for it, it inevitably came knocking.
So, he might as well enjoy a good meal before dealing with it.
Seeing Jason stop, the female pastry chef breathed a sigh of relief.
She was truly frightened.
She was afraid that Jason would walk away without a care, leaving her alone to face the situation at hand.
It was something she simply could not handle.
Walking up to Jason, who had saved her life, she felt an unprecedented sense of safety in his tall, sturdy presence and subconsciously asked for his advice.
Jason offered the most sensible suggestion.
Only then did the female pastry chef nod in realization and walked over to the counter.
There was a landline phone.
However, when she picked it up, there was no sound at all.
“Has the phone line been cut?”
A pastry chef with a missing sister was being treated this cautiously?
Moreover, two groups had already shown up for her.
Was her missing sister involved with something—or someone—big?
Jason thought and pointed towards a public phone booth across the street.
The female pastry chef nodded, took out two coins, and ran outside.
This time the call went through.
The conversation was also very smooth.
The inside of ‘Watchdog Pastry House’ remained untouched, and about ten minutes later, two police cars arrived.
They were not the cars Jason remembered, but rather those from an even earlier era.
They had large fronts, short rear ends, and the tops of the cars were curved.
The two cars parked in a ‘1’ formation at the entrance of the pastry shop, and six officers disembarked, led by a police chief wearing a tall hat.
The chief was tall and sported a thick beard.
As soon as he got out of the car, he walked into the pastry shop.
He first glanced around the environment and then looked towards Jason and Giselle.
However, after pausing only briefly on Giselle, his gaze settled entirely on Jason.
He pointed at the wooden door that had been broken and a gaping hole created.
The chief then glanced at the unconscious guy on the floor.
Jason nodded once more.
This silent way of responding made the chief frown.
“Have you served in the military?”
“Recently returned to Newdeth City?”
“Answer me, I don’t need nods.”
His voice unconsciously rose a notch.
Unfortunately, this posture was useless against Jason.
Jason merely nodded again.
This enraged the chief.
“I’m telling you, this city is not the same as when you left it!”
“Coming here, you have to abide by the rules!”
“Don’t use the rules of your battlefields or the old ways. Otherwise…”
The chief’s voice grew louder, as if to affirm his authority.
Moreover, after finishing, he raised his right hand and gestured a gun shape at Jason.
The chief’s finger, representing the muzzle of the gun, was about one meter away, pointing straight at Jason’s forehead.
He made a mock shooting noise with his mouth and then burst into laughter.