"Was that your doing?" Dwayne Rowse ignored Billy and turned to Stout, saying. "I'll give you a chance, disable yourself, break your limbs, and I'll spare your miserable life."
"Fool!" Stout retorted in frustration before looking at Billy. "Boss, how should we handle this?"
"Should we just eliminate them all?" Judge chimed in.
"Eliminate them all?" Harleen and her sister, slightly startled, murmured, "Do we have to?"
"Take photos of them and have our guys match their faces and identities." Billy instructed Judge as he glanced at him.
"Understood!" Judge replied as he took out his phone and started snapping pictures of the group. While doing so, he made a hand gesture and called, "Eyes over here, cheese!"
"What the hell are you doing?" The group, incensed by Judge's actions, shouted.
"Wait a moment, almost done!" Judge said while continuing to take photos. Later, he sent all the pictures to Alban Carroll, an inspector in Ozin.
"Who are you?" Dwayne Rowse asked, looking at them with trembling eyes.
"You'll find out soon enough." Judge replied.
"Uncle Dwayne, stop wasting time with them. Instruct someone to disable them and then we can interrogate them later." Faye Rowse angrily suggested.
"Alright!" Dwayne Rowse gave his order. While he harbored some apprehension, he couldn't be bothered with it anymore. It was time to take action first.
"I reckon you folks must be tired of living!" one burly man yelled and lunged towards Billy and his group, displaying his strength of a Battle General.
"Execute!" Billy said coldly. He could feel the thick bloodlust from them, making it clear these were dangerous people who deserved to be eliminated.
Judge, with a menacing grin, took two steps forward, raised his hand, and sliced it through the air.
The burly man, feeling a dense killing intent enveloping him, shuddered and tried to dodge, but the power gap was too great. Before he could fully react, Judge's blade entered his chest. After taking a few steps forward, he fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his wound.
"Ah..." gasped the onlookers.
The majority of the bystanders quickly retreated from the scene, deciding they didn't want to witness such a gruesome spectacle. Even Harleen and Felicia turned their heads away; the sight was too disturbing for them.
"What a bunch of idiots, are you trying to die?" Judge asked, looking at the injured man with disdain.
The injured man screamed, "I'll kill you!"
"Really not afraid to die, huh?" Judge's eyes darkened, and he flicked his wrist, sending his Cold Moon crescent blade flying towards another man.
Swoosh!
The blade pierced through the man's chest at a speed almost like a bullet. He was slammed against the wall of a nearby tower, the blade embedded deep within the wall.
The man spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed.
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