"Uncle! The Association people are here," Xiaoxiao's voice rang out beside his ear.
The tall, thin priest leading the other side narrowed his eyes slightly.
He looked at Wu Heng in surprise.
Just as it seemed a fight was about to break out, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the crowd. Someone shouted, "Who's causing trouble here and blocking traffic? Surround them all!"
Then the crowd was pushed aside, and an Association squad, along with two teams of Skeleton Patrols, came into view.
The one leading them was the island's dwarven Vice Deacon.
The dwarven Vice Deacon led his people through the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the Church members before landing on the disheveled man being held. His brow furrowed.
Anything involving the Church became troublesome.
"What happened?" the dwarf asked sternly.
The Church members put away their weapons, and a medium-built priest walked over and said, "Vice Deacon Gadain, these two were following us, and later they injured our people."
"I didn't..." the disheveled man shouted.
"Shut up!" The Church guard holding him punched him again, cutting off the rest of his words.
The dwarf said, "Two choices. Either disperse, or come back with me for questioning."
The priest handling the negotiations turned back to look at the tall, thin level 12 priest behind him.
The latter carefully studied the disheveled man's appearance, then nodded.
"Release him."
The guards let go of the disheveled man and returned to their positions behind the priests.
The dwarf waved his hand. "All right, if there's nothing else, disperse. Don't block the road here."
"Wait!" Wu Heng spoke up at that moment.
"What is it with you now?" The dwarf's brows shot up.
The island's public order had always been good. Aside from port workers fighting over jobs, fights