Three batons shatter the dream of heroes.
"What do we do..." The ringleader's mouth and tongue were tied.
"Watch out!" Suddenly, someone screamed in alarm, and he sharply turned his head.
He saw a waist-thick jet of water spraying directly toward them, blasting the leaders standing by the Victor Statue off their feet!
Little prick!
Such a skinny bag of bones was knocked against the statue and heavily fell to the ground, rolling down the steps.
He surely got what he deserved.
If unlucky, even his spleen would've ruptured.
Seeing the ringleader get blasted, someone below shouted, "The police are hitting people!!"
A stone was hurled at the front row of shields.
Even amid the sit-in crowd, there were those harboring ill intentions.
A bulky man around 1.8 meters tall, his arms covered in tattoos and face masked.
Not imposing at all... if you're out here causing trouble, show your face!
