The woman grabbed the umbrella by the door, but the next second, the ribs of the umbrella became fine lines that tightly coiled around her neck and hooked onto the railing of the steps, dragging her to the ground.
Mr. Yan pushed open the other set of double doors and walked into the hall.
Durin followed him in, and with just a glance, the mixed-blood dragon with a gun thrust the barrel into his eye socket and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
"Old man hanging himself, thinking his life too long," chuckled the little old man as he walked in, glancing at the crowd pouring out from the left corridor.
Just a sharp sound, and the thugs were directly crushed into a pulp by the visible sound waves.
Durin walked over to the kneeling young man with his hands raised, "Speak, what is your identity, and why didn't you resist?"
"Lord Durin! I am a member of the Sidney Union Intelligence Agency, special operations division, number 782521! You can verify my authenticity with Lady Gala!"
