The people nearby jumped aside in terror and watched.
"Don't be nervous, we're the police." The burly leader showed his badge.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and then curiously watched the man being dragged into the cafe, something was definitely wrong.
The man struggled hard, but a burly guy punched him in the stomach so hard that last night's dinner almost came up, and pulled an ivory gun from his arms.
Very small, only about ten centimeters, just big enough to fit a pinky.
"Drag him in and give him a beating first," a small leader walking in from the door frowned and said.
"Falling into the hands of our Ministry of Internal Affairs, I'll treat you to a feast!"
Hearing the words Ministry of Internal Affairs, the would-be assassin's pupils noticeably shrank.
Thirteen Protectors!
Secret police?
Hearing their officer's anger, the subordinates dragged him to the cafe basement.
The beating was quite harsh, but none feared beating him to death.
