At the Hope Island pier, idle workers leaning on the steps sneered as they saw a gang wearing black armbands rush into the most luxurious establishment at the port, the Golden Fairy Tavern. None of them had a feud with the tavern owner; they simply enjoyed seeing a rich man suffer.
The quiet, upscale tavern erupted into chaos as Alya led the agents of Division 3 inside, sending patrons and strippers fleeing in terror. The red-haired woman wasted no time. She drew her service pistol and pressed it against the head of a man who had his arms around two women.
"Officer, I... I haven't committed any crime! All my liquor has been taxed by customs! There's not a single bottle of smuggled booze!" the bearded man in a golden coat stammered anxiously.
"This thing came out of your sewer! Tell me what the hell it is!" Alya nearly shoved the scale into his face.
