He leaned back in his chair and gave the police a mocking smile.

"I don't know." He replied indifferently. It doesn't seem like this is the first time he's been taken to the station for getting into a fight.

"We're just playing games that the kids used to play." He puts his hand in his coat pocket and looks at you as his signature smile is still there.

"Isn't it, my bro?" He sarcastically.

The police didn't get a clear statement from them either, so they reluctantly let him go.