Unable to grab his hair, Eric seized Marco’s clothes and yanked him backward.

Marco fell to the ground, and the two officers Robert had brought with him immediately restrained him, snapping handcuffs onto his wrists.

Marco’s expression changed. "What are you doing? Why are you arresting me?"

Robert glanced at him. "Why are we arresting you? Let me ask you, why were you running?"

Marco swallowed nervously. "I needed to pee! I couldn’t hold it anymore!"

Robert didn’t waste words. "You’re Marco Newol, right?"

Typically, in such situations, people would nod slightly, but Marco shook his head. "I’m not Marco, I’m David Field. You’ve got the wrong person!"

Robert sneered and pulled an ID card from Marco’s pocket.

"Take him away!" he ordered, already losing his patience.

Hearing the commotion, Themos came out to see Marco being taken away, causing him to shrink back in fear.

Robert happened to pass by and glanced at Themos.

"Nice move, Mr. Ford!" he remarked.

Without another word,