"Oh, holding a Blood Spear, born a blade—you've got a life of wealth and honor!" The officer increased his strength, clamping the thief's hand shut and forcing him to keep rubbing the blade between his clenched palms.
The thief grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, his whole body twitching in agony. "Aaaah! Let go, let go! Violent law enforcement! Violent law enforcement!!"
Only then did the child's parent realize what was happening. In terror, they grabbed the child and left.
The child looked back at the Big Guy officer. Sunlight poured down, and the officer smiled at him from directly beneath the sun, dazzling beyond measure.
The child waved. "Thank you, Officer!"
The Big Guy officer tipped the brim of his hat in acknowledgment, then continued increasing the pressure on the thief. "Don't joke around. I haven't even started enforcing the law yet. I'm just reading your palm. Come on, let me take a closer look."
"Let go of me, you bastard!" The pain drove the thief wild, murder blazing in his eyes. His left hand suddenly pulled a revolver from his pocket and aimed it at the Big Guy officer.
But before he could pull the trigger, a huge hand slapped down and seized his entire left hand, firm and steady as a mountain, leaving him unable to so much as twitch a finger.
"Alright, palm reading's over. Now—" The face beneath the brim was terrifying as a ghost king, "—comes the law enforcement phase."
With a crack, the thief's left wrist bone snapped cleanly, as easily as breaking a firewood stick.
The thief shrieked like a slaughtered pig, only to be struck in the head by a heavy punch and immediately knocked unconscious.
The Big Guy officer dragged the thief to the street corner, opened the