249 Vigilante Work

"I'm… police…"

Huh? What?

Ara's head fuzzed as she absorbed what was told to her just now.

Police?

"What are you talking about?" she asked unhappily but she already moved towards him anyway.

She scooped him up and propped him against the wall. The guy was so badly beaten that both his eyes were shut, swollen. His lips were cut and busted. His cheeks were colors of black and blue and he was considerably fatigued given that he had been subjected to a hard, continuous beating.

 "I'm police," he repeated, his voice sputtering as blood also came out of his mouth.

With Ara's help, he shifted so he could remove his right shoe and move his broken hand to retrieve from something from inside his socks. It was a badge.

The Tokyo Police's badge, to be precise.

Oh dear…

"You're a cop?" she couldn't believe it.