"Otherwise?" SHADOW's Deputy Inspector in the capital city, Esmond Byrd, responded indifferently.
"What do you mean by that?" The man took a deep breath and shouted, "We're from Special Patrol Squadron, and we have urgent matters to attend to. Move your truck immediately!"
"Mr Badman, come out!" Esmond ignored the man and instead addressed the people in that Maybach.
"You scoundrel, I have important matters to attend to. Move out of my way!" Vere pushed open the car door and furrowed his brow.
"Mr Badman, I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere today!" Esmond shrugged his shoulders.
"What do you mean?" Vere furrowed his brow again, a growing sense of unease in his heart.
"You'll soon find out what I mean!" Esmond replied calmly.
"Get out of my way!" Vere growled lowly and raised his hand, striking a palm towards Esmond.
Esmond knew he wasn't a match for Vere, so he didn't try to confront him head-on. He quickly dodged to the side.
Vere's palm strike hit the heavy truck, causing it to shake several times.
"Get in the car, turn around!" Vere's growing sense of unease left him with no desire to continue battling Esmond and his group.
"Got it!" Two men shouted loudly and turned to head towards the Maybach.
Just then, a Land Rover came speeding by and stopped about five or six meters behind the Maybach.
"Hmm?" Vere's right eyelid twitched violently.
"Are you Vere Badman?" Billy, accompanied by Bob and Stout, stepped out of the car and looked at Vere before speaking casually.
Vere recognized Billy with a single glance, and without any hesitation, he darted towards the woods beside the road. Though he didn't know how Billy had found him, he knew his cover was blown. If he didn't run now, he'd be risking his life. He had no confidence in facing off against Billy.
"Do you think you can escape?" Bob Stokes, who was prepared, flicked his wrist, and a sword aura shot out like lightning.
Although Vere Badman had decent martial skills, being in the later stage of a War Grandmaster, he was no match for Bob. Before he could run thirty meters, the sword aura passed through his right knee, severing it. He fell forward, blood gushing out.
"Ah..." Vere let out a miserable scream and writhed in pain on the ground.
"Mr Badman!" The other two men were horrified, and after exchanging a glance, they dashed in different directions.
"Finish them!" Billy, with a casual wave of his hand, ordered the SHADOW members.
"Understood!" Esmond Byrd replied and led a group of SHADOW members to surround the two men.
"No, please don't..." Vere Badman, in agony, begged.
Before he could finish speaking, Stout, with a sweep of his hand, sent a burst of wind that entered Vere Badman's abdomen, instantly destroying his Dantian. Vere Badman fell silent and stopped moving.
About an hour later, everyone returned to the SHADOW headquarters. In the conference hall, Stout left Vere Badman, who was in a semi-conscious state, on the floor.
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