The drug dealer, belly protruding like a beer gut, moved like an agile ball. He leaped out of the stands and bolted toward the exit.
The groom sat frozen on the ground, too terrified to move. No one knew what he was blankly thinking about, but he still had not snapped out of it.
Officer Sato was sent flying by the drug dealer, only to be steadied by Lord Uzo, who had somehow appeared behind her to watch the show. Then the two of them chased after the drug dealer one after the other, like a brave police officer and an equally brave concerned citizen.
After that, four or five burly men charged out from who knew which nook or cranny and piled onto the groom, who had sat down on the ground, as though scrambling for red envelopes. Amid the groom's feeble cries of, "Stop piling onto me! I wasn't trying to run!" they cheerfully hauled him up, cuffed him, and carried him away.
In another section of the stands near the front rows.
Hashimoto Maya, who had witnessed everything, shrank into the crowd without daring to make a sound.
From the moment he saw Lord Uzo, he had known today could not possibly be peaceful, and he had prepared himself to be at his superior's beck and call at any moment... But that preparation clearly did not include a gun falling from the sky and landing precisely on his lap.
Holding the still-warm firearm, which had just been fired once, Hashimoto Maya instinctively wanted to follow the principle of avoiding trouble and toss the gun far away to the next lucky contestant.
But before he could act, his powerful rationality crushed that instinct: he could not throw away the gun!
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