Shi Tiexin looked at Protoss across from him.
In the material world, the two of them were no more than three steps apart.
But in the True Underworld, they seemed to be separated by more than ten meters.
That was only normal.
Last time, James from the Major Crimes Division had clearly been sitting right beside Shi Tiexin in the material world. Yet the moment the True Underworld opened, he had appeared at an impossibly lofty and distant height, towering beyond reach, vast beyond measure. Shi Tiexin, meanwhile, had been like a speck of dust, unable to touch the noble Director even in a lifetime.
That was the effect of mental concepts, and the effect of domain suppression.
Now, Protoss could only stretch three meters into a dozen or so. That showed that, whether in terms of concepts or domain manipulation, he could no longer suppress Shi Tiexin.
Then Shi Tiexin looked at Protoss himself.
Within the True Underworld, he looked like the Abyssal Maw, like a pitch-black hand, like tangled hair, like twisted lumps of flesh. He was practically some stitched-together monster.
"What an unbearable eyesore." Shi Tiexin looked at Protoss coldly. "Surrender without resistance, Protoss. I'm here to arrest you."
"Dream on! Dream on!" Protoss howled. "This is my prison, my territory, my domain! Don't even think you can defeat me in my domain!"
He was forcibly gathering power.
"Hmph, heh heh, hahahahaha—jokes!" Shi Tiexin waved his hand, and a sheet of paper shot out with a whoosh. It hung in the air and abruptly enlarged, releasing a terrifying red glow. "You say this is your prison? Then take a look at this!"
Protoss looked—and saw an arrest warrant.
An arrest warrant personally signed by Schmidt, with Protoss himself as the target.
All the criminal evidence Shi Tiexin