458 Refusal_3

""Madon Linggo."

"Sergeant Linggo." Officer Felix Grant replied shyly, "It was my fault for not recognising your greatness. I almost misunderstood you. I hope you don't take it to heart. I am unworldly, and I must have made a fool of myself to you."

Madon Linggo hated people who changed their attitude so quickly, "Call your chief."

Officer Grant's heart skipped a beat. Reluctantly, he took out his phone.

"Felix Grant you rascal, did you forget my words? I told you not to call me after 8 PM, I am busy, get lost." The chief cursed and immediately hung up.

An eerie silence permeated the air.

Officer Grant stole a glance at Madon Linggo, "Um... sorry Sergeant, our chief... he's pretty busy at night."

Madon Linggo burst into laughter, "Your rank isn't big but your ego certainly is. Let's go, we'll head to your station."

When he had arrived today, he noticed that the town's security was quite good. But it wasn't due to the efforts of the local police, but rather the local customs.