THUD. THUD. THUD. Black high-top boots stomped heavily into the mud, sending muck splattering high into the air.
Police in black uniforms from Hope Island sealed off the Golden Fairy Tavern, surrounding it so tightly that not even water could trickle through.
Black-and-white blockade tape was quickly set up, and a cold, murderous aura hovered over the deserted dock.
The laborers who had been lazily lounging on the steps all stood up, moving away to watch the commotion from a distance with curiosity in their eyes.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Did the boss over at the Golden Fairy get caught trafficking slaves? Why are the black-clad cops making such a big scene?"
"No idea, but judging by this mess, he's in deep trouble. I bet his corpse is going to get strung up on the dock as a warning. Since the new Chief took over, stuff like this has been happening less often."
Soon enough, these workers watched as a few employees from the Golden Fairy were marched out by the police.
