“Drop your weapons, put your hands on your head, and get on the ground!”
The sound of weapons clattering to the floor followed, before every one of the cyan-hooded men netted their fingers atop their head and dropped to their knees. Denizens of the city who chanced by all invariably stared dumbstruck, unable to comprehend what was happening.
“Just can’t help yourself, can you Guoguo,” Lan Jue muttered helplessly.
“And who said they could point guns at my boss!” Lin Guoguo gave him a resentful look.
Ke’er snickered. “Guoguo did well! She was only just faster than us.”
He peered dejected towards the city interior. “Originally I’d hoped we could avoid this much noise.”
The ear-piercing notes of an alarm sounded, and from the apex of the palace gates gun muzzles rose up. From the outer sectors of the city several verti-cars were already making their way towards them.
