Accompanied by the "enthusiastic" police chief, Jerome Bonaparte strolled out of the detention center.
Outside the detention center, a carriage marked with the Bonaparte family emblem was parked on the side of the road, driven by the "imperial" coachman, Fleury.
"Chief, I hope to meet again next time!" Jerome Bonaparte reached out a hand to bid farewell to the police chief.
The police chief, who inwardly hoped never to meet Jerome Bonaparte again, still politely responded, "I hope we can meet again next time!"
The two hands reluctantly parted, and Jerome Bonaparte turned and walked toward Fleury.
"Your Highness!" Fleury saluted Jerome Bonaparte and inquired, "Did they do anything to you?"
Jerome lightly dusted off his dusty trousers and calmly said, "Our current value to the United Kingdom determines their level of tolerance towards us. As long as the London upper echelons do not act against us, how dare those small fry do anything! Let's go home!"
