The Collapse of Star Antimony's Economy

With the long wail of sirens, the Police Department's vehicles stopped far outside the boundary of Piloty Manor.

But unlike what had happened at the White Dove Opera House, the Police Department had not driven its security fortress, the "Guard Line," right up to the entrance this time. There were only a few old-fashioned open-top cars belching black smoke and making tractor-like noises. Several experienced police officers surrounded the barrier, constantly requesting reinforcements.

Two streets away, four "Guard Lines" had completely blocked the intersection in all four directions.

On one of the Guard Lines, a young female police officer who looked barely past twenty asked her senior colleague in confusion, "Are we just waiting here? But from this position... there's no way we can keep an eye on them!"

Blocking the intersection from a distance might have been useful against ordinary supernatural crimes, but it was completely meaningless against high-level supernatural beings. Even if the street were sealed off entirely, climbing over a wall or teleporting away would not be difficult...

"It doesn't matter."

The sturdy police officer, who looked to be in his fifties and had a full beard, remained completely at ease. "There's obviously nothing we can do about this sort of thing. Do you want the Seventh Bureau from headquarters to be deployed?"

"Why not?"

The young policewoman retorted, "They can handle it, can't they? Even if the criminal is Fifth Level, they should still be able to arrest them without trouble!"

At that, the middle-aged officer and the other policemen beside him laughed.

They looked at the girl with a trace of nostalgia and eyes full of kindness, as though they were looking at their younger selves.

"Heh... even so."

Her senior patted her heavily on the shoulder. "We still can't act. This is Piloty Manor,