At 10 Clara Street, Dico stood with a gloomy face, lowering the atmospheric pressure around, and the two patrol officers who were originally tasked with guarding the place didn't dare even breathe too loudly.
There was no helping it.
Although Dico was originally tall and sturdy, with a chubby and friendly face, after yesterday's battle, not only had he been wounded all over, but he also had a blood scar stretching from his left eye to the right corner of his mouth. After being stitched up, the wound itself was not serious, but the scar on his face had become even more frightful.
With Dico's smiling and talking, it was like a ferocious centipede was wriggling on his face.
Even when Dico stood there expressionless, it made anyone who saw him feel a tingling on their scalp.
However, despite feeling intimidated inside, the patrol officers still had to face Dico.
Because—
"Boss, it's those guys peeping here again!"
"Should we call for backup?"
