Date- 5 April 2321
Time- 20:18
Location- Southern Region, Blossom district, Sky Blossom City, Trade Route
Nike ignored the enemy gang leader but Denise did not, she let go of Nike’s collar and then turned to look at the delinquents from the neighboring city and asked, “Who are you and why do you ask about Dalton Wyatt?”
“I am Travis Jackman, the leader of the steel claw gang from the Moon blossom city. Officer, we are— ” Travis introduced himself and wanted to report the reason for their gathering but was interrupted by Denise, “Police Chief, not an officer. I will not correct you the second time.”
Being corrected by Denise Travis let out a charming smile and said, “Ma’am, aren’t you too young to be a police chief?”
Seeing Travis openly flirt with Denise who claims to be in her forties while her documents say otherwise, her fellow police chiefs lifted their eyebrows. However taking a look at Denise’s figure they all felt they were quick to judge the young man and thought, ‘Young man’s got taste.’
Even the police commissioner could not help but throw an envious gaze at Denise’s tight hourglass body shape cussing, ‘Damn Girl.’
“Amen, so how do you know Dalton Wyatt?” Denise was a little embarrassed being hit on by some of the same age group as her daughter but she did not forget about the matter at hand.
“Well, we are here to kill him. If you guys hand him over we will leave quietly,” Travis felt a few ominous auras lock onto him as he spoke these words.
Denise’s legs went cold learning that about a hundred thousand delinquents had gathered just to kill Ellen’s son. She was without words wondering just what did her prodigal nephew do this time?
“You three stand back, he is mine,” Vivian landed next to the Bright trio and declared with her malice-filled stare locking on Travis. It took her a while to get here after taking a break from Slime Fairy Project.
“Sorry, little girl, though you have an ample figure, you are a little too young for my taste,” Travis joked and his fellow gang leaders laughed not knowing the disaster they had provoked.
“Travis, I am the commissioner of the sky blossom city police department. Since we have all gathered here then let us peacefully resolve this, nobody has to get hurt today,” the commissioner stepped forward and proposed a peace talk seeing the sparks fly between the two groups.
“Boy’s listen to this, madam Commissioner is thirsty for my attention. Ma’am, I’m sorry, you are too old and for my taste,” Travis could barely hold in his laughter as he politely mocked the police commissioner. But his boy’s laughed unscrupulously.
“Young man, watch your mouth,” A police chief with gray hairs yelled hearing Travis insult their Commissioner.
Travis glared at the police chief with gray hair, not caring for the fact that the other part was a card lord and could pinch him to death. One of his boys spoke up ignoring the warning of the police chief with gray hair, “Travis, if you don’t want her, I will take this gilf off your plate.”
“You sure bro, you fine with gray carpet? She is clearly using a hair coloring card,” Travis asked his fellow gang leader who showed interest in the police commissioner.
“No probs bro. I love me some gray carpets. I can’t get enough of quality gray carpets,” the boy said vulgarly gazing at the commissioner’s body. It was as if Travis and his bud did not seem to care that the gilf they were talking about was a card lord and a few steps away from them.
The police chief with gray hair had heard enough and was about to teach these delinquents to respect their elders but the commissioner stopped him with her glare. She was no damsel in distress for her male subordinates to act as her knight, she could take care of herself. And she did, glaring into Travis and his buds’ eyes she said, “If I am not wrong I am sensing a group of card lords hiding behind the crowd of delinquents you have gathered. I wonder who among us is faster? I am willing to bet a million dollars that I can rip each of your hearts out of your chests before those card lords can come to your rescue. So who among you is ready to take my bet?”
Travis and his fellow gang leader’s laughter came to a sudden halt listening to the Commissioner’s words as they were suddenly reminded of their place. A rat backed by a tiger was still a rat. Seeing the frozen expression of the delinquents, the Commissioner nodded with a satisfied smile on her face and then declared, “So, let us talk. Nobody has to get hurt today.”
“Fine,” Travis agreed with the commissioner’s proposal with an annoyed face.
Seeing Travis agree with her, the Commissioner did not even bother to ask for the Bright trio and Vivian’s opinion as she felt that the Bright Lions gang would be more than willing to settle this peacefully as they were outnumbered. And asked Travis, “So what will it take for you guys to return to your cities peacefully.”
“Dalton Wyatt, as long as he is handed over to us we will leave immediately,” Travis states his group’s demand.
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“Commissioner, tell him, we are not going to hand over Dalton Wyatt,” Denise looked at her commissioner desperately only to find the latter glare at her ordering her, “Denise, shut up.”
Color drained off Denise’s face listening to the Commissioner’s orders as it was clear to her at that moment, if it meant peacefully resolving this situation, the commissioner would not mind handing over Ellen’s son to the mob.
Signaling other police chiefs to watch over Denise, the Commissioner turned to look at the representatives of the Bright Lions gang to see if they are prepared for the compromise, but to her surprise, the four representatives from the Bright Lions gang ignored her and crossed the city borderline while summoning their grimoire.
