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Yves King stepped forward with heavy footsteps, his sharp gaze sweeping across the area. An entire squad of guards had encircled the gate and windowsills. Bullets had been chambered, and the dark muzzles were aimed at the two of them. The silence around was deafening, just waiting for a command to turn these reckless intruders into a hornet's nest.
Brimming with anger and exposed veins, a murderous aura surging around him, Frosty Summer acutely sensed that Yves King was about to make his move. She dashed forward in a swift motion and once again tightly embraced Yves King, softly consoling, "Brother Yves King, it's not their fault. Don't kill the innocent. Let's go settle the score with Taylor Tilt."
"Hold your fire, hold your fire, everyone put down your weapons, put them down." At that moment, a non-commissioned officer ran out from the squad, ordering the guards to lower their guns. As Frosty Summer felt something amiss, the man respectfully made his way towards Yves King.
