"Enough!" said the captain loudly.
"Guys, please!" Yuma panted, then tried to stand up, two officers pointed their gun muzzles at him. "That's enough. No more victims, please!"
"But, Yuma—"
"It's okay," said Yuma to Indra. "It doesn't matter."
Although the anger was still so great for everyone, in the end, they were forced to stop their actions. After all, they couldn't possibly stand against James and the officers. Apart from being outnumbered, they also had no weapons.
Yuma turned around, glaring at James. "I'll come with you," he said manly. "In exchange, don't hurt my friends!"
"Very well!" James smirked, spitting on the ground again as if the crowd before him were stinking garbage.
Yuma approached James, two officers flanking his steps.
"What do you want from me?" Yuma asked after coming face to face with James.
"I already told you my surname, didn't I?" said James so arrogantly.
