The constables quickly dispersed. Head Constable Wang was right; the people they brought with them practically filled every seat.
The Bishop sat at the very center table, surrounded by constables in an atmosphere so remarkably harmonious it was as though the Righteous Path and the Demonic Path were one big happy family.
The Blood-Handed Butcher instinctively lowered his head like an ostrich. Never mind how fiercely he bragged about his prowess in front of the Demonic Path; whenever he committed misdeeds, he always wore a mask or disguised himself. When he crossed paths with government officials, he never dared to look them in the eye, fleeing as far as he possibly could.
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