A few figures in police uniforms emerged from the crowd.
"Police! Police, help me!"
A look of wild joy crossed Dominic's face as he screamed in agony, "Officers, this guy is shameless! He has all these freakish skills and talents, and they're all specifically set up against me!"
"What's going on? What happened here? Who dares to cause a disturbance in Mist Instance?"
An enforcer sternly inquired, his eyes coldly fixed on Alexander.
"Ha-ha! You're finished, both of you rule-breakers are doomed! The enforcers are here!"
Dominic burst out laughing. Death was no longer frightening to him; after all, he had died countless times in the cycle.
However, the idea of suffering a hundred and twenty-eight times the usual pain wasn't merely a slow, agonizing death—it was more like being ground into minced meat with the sensation of pain magnified a hundred and twenty-eightfold. The mere thought was horrifying.
