The special operatives who had come to keep an eye on Rob naturally swarmed forward.
They were remarkably united at that moment. Without bothering to find out what had happened, they sided with their fellow Earthling.
They all rushed up to Rob, shouting.
"Federal Bureau of Investigation-hands up! Get down on the ground!"
Shane hurried over. Now that he possessed a specific divine authority, his divine power spread silently, and the armed crowd immediately lowered their weapons with bewildered expressions.
Zhou Zhanxie did not stand idle either. Seeing Shane go to handle Rob, she took out a Talisman Paper and tossed it onto the unfortunate burly man.
He was just an ordinary person. After being sent flying through several walls, he would probably die on the spot without some extraordinary intervention.
Nearby, Rob, whose eyes had reddened from drinking, shook his head in confusion. The murderous intent sparked by his belligerence gradually faded.
Once his head cleared, Rob saw Shane-and the mess he had made.
Under the forced-calm buff, Rob immediately lost his nerve. He lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.
"Do you remember what I told you?"
Shane's reproach made Rob even less confident. He stammered, unable to get anything out. Seeing this, Shane immediately cut to the chase.
"You lack self-control, and you're still far too quick to hurt people. I happen to have a mission that needs more hands. I think your vacation on Earth may have to end early."
Rob raised a fist to his mouth and coughed.
Although he liked the bounty hunter's life, Rob insisted on giving equal weight to work and rest.
In other words, he had not had enough fun on Earth yet.
"The money... I haven't spent it all yet. I've still got three hundred and seventy thousand