A gray-robed old man with a hook nose and a bald crown emerged.
Seven ancient bronze coins flew out from his sleeves, arranging themselves in the formation of the Big Dipper in mid-air to completely cut off the retreat of the two figures.
"You've got some nerve, slaughtering the elite of the Law Enforcement Hall in broad daylight. You've got a lot of guts." The old man's sinister voice was as harsh as metal grinding against metal.
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