After getting out of the car, the officer immediately went to look at the rear bumper. The chrome bumper was already dented inward, and the trunk door was somewhat deformed.
He tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.
A surge of anger rose from the soles of his feet, and he walked over and kicked the front of the other car hard, yelling loudly, "Are your eyes on your ass?"
"Motherfucker?"
"Get out of the car!"
He forcefully pulled open the other car's door, paused for a moment, and turned around to leave.
He saw Allen sitting in the passenger seat, noticing the swollen and broken cheekbone on the other's face.
In an instant, the anger that filled his body turned to a chill, the shift from fire to ice causing him to shiver, he turned to leave, but two people were already blocking his way.
"Get in!" Allen gestured with a hand, "Get in the car, don't make us do it on the street!"
The officer took a deep breath, glancing back at Allen, pursing his lips.
