"AH!"
All the journalists and passersby screamed in fright. Pedestrians immediately scattered, seeking cover as far away as possible.
"We'll hand them over, we'll hand them over! Please don't shoot!"
Several journalists were so scared they wet their pants, and one even fainted in the middle of the street.
"Consider yourselves sensible. Young Master Peary's affairs aren't something you lot can pry into."
The leading man sneered and fired another shot into the sky.
"Keep today's incident buried deep inside. All of you, pack your bags and get the hell out of Capital Town by tonight."
He had barely finished speaking when the sound of police sirens echoed from all around. Over a dozen police cars arrived, swiftly cordoning off the area.
From one of the police cars, a captain yelled through a megaphone, "Drop your weapons and raise your hands!" Then, officers exited their vehicles, guns aimed at the group.
