"How dull. The people in the city-state are all so weak."
"Sevi, you can't expect them to be like us, used to blood and slaughter. They... uh."
CLICK.
The smug sailor felt a cold touch on his head. As someone who spent his years at sea, he recognized the dangerous aura—it was the familiar feeling of being targeted by a Sea Monster...
"And then?"
Holding Tina with one hand, Wei'en pressed a firearm to the man's forehead with the other and asked coolly, "They... oh, no, that's not right. What happens to *us*?"
RATTLE, RATTLE.
Before the sailor could speak, the others who saw what was happening drew their weapons—guns and swords alike—and fixed their cold stares on Wei'en.
Their leader pushed through the crowd and sized Wei'en up. "You there... ah, Mr. Investigator from the Secret Investigation Department. Please, lower your weapon. He was only joking."
"And... if you are willing, I will apologize to you on his behalf."
