RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 200: Two Women

My prayers to regain control of my body before arriving at the police station were not answered, but one good thing was that I wasn't the only one who had been arrested.

From the street, several individuals, men and a few women were taken into custody under suspicion of being behind the bombing of shops in Hutton.

The policemen who arrested me blamed the flabby state of my body on drugs, and using this excuse, I had so far been exempted from giving my name.

When they asked, I said nonsense and was left alone.

"What do I do now?"

A mugshot had been taken of me, and at the moment, I sat to the side, having been dragged and placed in the cell with my back against the wall.

I had been one of the earliest to be arrested, so I got to watch as the cell went from just me and two college-looking boys to being filled with several grown men.

Of course, many of them didn't know how to mind their business, and I blinked dryly as one of the new people, a rough-looking blonde sat beside me.

"What's your name, kid?"

It was strange to be referred to as such, but given how much older the man beside me looked, I could somewhat understand him.

"Robok Niles."

"Hmm, quite strange. Where are you from?"

The idiot lifted his hand to touch my head, and with a bored gaze, I turned to him.

"Do you want to die?"

I delivered a package of terror to his mind, and he collapsed to the side, his body trembling like he was epileptic.

"What a coward."

I ignored the attention the trembling man's body brought to me and, as I had been doing recently, drew up a new plan.

No matter what, I could not let my presence be registered in England. I was too much of a significant individual to just be popping up in another country.

With Echo, I knew the place where the mugshots were kept, and the only thing keeping me from putting on my ski mask, breaking out of my cell, destroying my mugshot, and running away were the cameras all around the station and my body.

There was still some lingering effect from my reckless use of Mind Revenger, my chest feeling stuffed and my strength far from its peak, but I was currently mind-breathing and these effects were more rapidly being dealt with.

I spent another two hours in the cell, the light of day fading from the world, the epileptic idiot beside me having recovered enough to crawl away.

At this point, everyone in the cell looked at me warily, and using Echo, I was keeping tabs on the change of shift in the prison when a tall blonde female officer walked up to our cell and pointed at me.

"You, come."

Standing to my feet, I was let out of the cell and escorted to an office.

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In the office, there was a chubby man seated behind a desk, a bright smile on his face, and opposite the man were two women.

I only knew one of the women, but when they turned to me, the stranger was the one who smiled and left her chair to come greet me while the other just stood up and fixed me with a stare.

"Mr Lawson, I'm Nasira Forton, a councillor at Brentwood, and I want to apologize for the misunderstanding between you and our police department."

"It's okay. I'm just glad you were quick to find this error."

The female councillor said a few more words to me, followed by the head of the station, and then I was escorted out.

Waving at the man and women, Denise and I got in the back of a Land Rover, and as it drove us away, I relaxed into the car with a groan, not bothered by the two stares that flickered to me.

"Why did you go for a Land Range Rover? Something with more comfortable seats would've been better."

Denise gave me no reply, and when I turned to her, she was studying me up and down.

"Chief Homord says you were wasted on drugs when the police found you."

"Is that your first question?"

"Yes," Denise answered, and then she fired another question.

"Why are you in England, sir?"

I smacked my lips at the question, looking from Denise to our driver. I didn't have to speak for her to get my question.

"Gigs Slok. He's an ex-American commando. He and I have worked together beforehen I got to Michigan, I called for him once more to be my driver and guard.

He's completely loyal to me."

"Hmmm."

Without me having to say a word, Denise further explained.

"He's an eunuch."

The information truthfully settled my shock at Denise having a male beside her, but I couldn't help being doubtful of her boast about his loyalty.

My inability to get a read on males made them unfavourable associates, and I was far too possessive to want to see one of my women hanging around with a man, especially all day.

"If there is danger, we need to know, so we can better deal with it, Marcus."

"There is danger, but none of you can help me against it."

Denise wanted to argue, but when I turned to her with a bland expression, she went silent.

"I can feel the strength in you, sir. You are very dangerous."

"I thought he was American," I said, Gigs' strange accent having caught me off guard.

"He fought during the Vietnam War, and when it ended, he stayed there for the next ten years of his life before returning to America."

"The Vietnam War ended more than 27 years ago. Why do you still look like a man in his thirties?"

"In Vietnam, I met a fortune, sir. Nothing to make me like you, but enough to give me life."

For some seconds, I entertained the new information I had learned in my head, and then turned back to Denise, but before I could let out a word, she raised a hand.

"Gigs, stop us here. We'll go down for a walk."