Someone was following them.
And there was more than one.
Viola Thompson slightly arched her eyebrows, choosing a less crowded path.
Nathaniel Besian caught up pacing with Viola Thompson.
The people behind them quickly followed.
They were all very professional thugs, not too close but not too far either. Ordinary people would have trouble spotting them.
Too bad.
Their target was Viola Thompson.
Just at the next corner.
The figures of Viola Thompson and Nathaniel Besian disappeared.
"Where are they!"
The tattooed man leading the front threw away his cigarette, crushed it under his toe, "Quick, chase after them!"
His gang immediately swarmed forward, chasing after them.
But the next second.
The tattooed man was restrained, an icy gun muzzle pointed at his waist.
In Sinian Country, using this kind of weapon was against the law.
But this was Ewik Land.
In Ewik Land, civilians carried guns for self-defense.
A soft voice rang out in the air.
"Don't move."
