He swallowed, his voice taking on a cold, metallic quality:
"Listen, kid. Until we verify the intel, you'd better stay put. Don't even think about raising a hand. If you so much as twitch a shoulder, this axe of mine doesn't discriminate."
As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on Qin Feng's shoulder and sword-wielding wrist, sharp as a hawk's. The pressure emanating from him was almost tangible, each breath heavy and oppressive.
"I've seen too many tough-talking thugs… So, you'd better pray the report from the Freljord Alliance matches your story."
Faced with the three men's extreme caution, as if they were confronting a great enemy, and the cold, oppressive weight of their words, Qin Feng's expression remained perfectly calm. He didn't say another word.
'He knew it wasn't easy for these Real World Law Enforcers.'
'Not only did they have to take several days out of every week, putting their progress in the Lord World and other urgent matters on hold to patrol the Real World.'
