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Officer Boyd scoffed, folding his arms as he stared Bryan down. "You are the vip?, will you please stop rushing your mouth? you a mere kidnapper? Or should I say 'imposter?'". Bryan maintained his calm, his face unreadable. "You are gonna regret it”. The crowd only laughed harder, shaking their heads in disbelief. One officer shouted, "let me just shoot sense in this man's head”. Charles sneered, "VIP? Maybe in your dreams! He’s nothing but a common thug and a kidnapper, trying to play hero." Just then, the police captain arrived, his commanding presence drawing silence from the officers. Captain Morris, a tall, weathered man with a gruff voice, looked around. He was being told about the VIP arrival and he was here to greet him. "Captain!" Boyd called out, laughing. "This man here—he