The cold, clear voice echoed through the street, sending chills down people's spines.
Upon hearing the words of the enforcer, Shen Yue immediately came up with a new conclusion — there were many occupations in Highland City. The 'messengers' collected corpses, the 'enforcers' captured criminals, but it was the 'Trial Judge' who passed judgment.
The title 'Trial Judge' could be likened to a judge in his world.
The criminal hadn't yet put down his weapon and unexpectedly looked in Shen Yue's direction.
Shen Yue had a flutter of apprehension.
He didn't actually see it, but he felt it. There were wooden boards separating them, but what was the criminal looking at?
"You have three seconds left."
The enforcer holding the gun had a voice as cold as raw iron, "3, 2, 1..."
His mechanical countdown carried an immense weight of oppression.
As the count reached "1," the criminal suddenly rammed into the wooden boards in Shen Yue's direction...