Chapter 185: Guns, Stabbings, Detective and the Streets

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The cheers and excited chatter were so loud that Shard, unable to be a part of the scene, clutched his ears in pain.

Shard's expression was serious as he stared intently ahead, looking for an opportunity. He squeezed through the crowd behind him to step back, preparing to make space to jog a few steps before accelerating into a leap, sprinting across the street before the procession arrived.

A middle-aged man about ten people away from Shard, amidst the chaos and joy of the moment, slowly took his right hand out of his coat's inside pocket.

His eyes were firmly fixed on Queen Diana in the approaching procession, not glancing aside for even a moment.

Miss Beyas and her team members, escorting the Thirteen-Ring Sorcerer from afar, stood at the station entrance. Her vision was excellent, and she spotted Shard's tall figure in the distant crowd, a smile forming on her face, wondering whether to greet him or not.