At 10 Clara Street, Dico stood with a grim expression, making the air around him feel oppressive. The two patrol officers originally assigned to guard the place hardly dared breathe.
They couldn't help it.
Dico had always been tall and burly, but his chubby face had made him look friendly. After yesterday's battle, however, he had suffered injuries not only to his body but also a bloody slash running from his left eye to the right corner of his mouth. The stitches had put the injury out of danger, but they had made the scar on his face even more frightening.
Whenever Dico smiled or spoke, it looked like a hideous centipede writhing across his face.
Even when he stood there expressionless, the sight of him made people's scalps prickle.
Still, frightened as they were, the patrol officers had no choice but to approach Dico.
Because-
"Boss, those guys are snooping around here again!"
"Should we call for backup?"
One patrol officer came over and spoke quietly.
At first, the officers hadn't understood why the chief had ordered them to guard this place. But after Dico had made a special trip here in the middle of the night, followed by people snooping around in the morning, they knew the house behind them had to hold some secret.
"No need!"
"You two stay here!"
With that, Dico charged at the Peeping One across the street.
His bulky body rammed into the man like a charging rhinoceros-there was no risk of getting the wrong person. This was the third time today he had seen the man and his accomplice loitering here.
Thud!
The Peeping One was sent flying.
His accomplice, however, pulled out a small knife and pointed it at Dico.
He didn't thrust it forward, though.
Instead, he trembled a little,