The previously empty shanty area was now occupied by a group of people!
They were uniformly dressed.
"Brother Davenport, I'm just half a step late."
Eli Yarrow walked over and respectfully bowed.
"You're not late," Julius Reed shook his head and pointed at the person on the ground, "I called you here not to help me solve the trouble, but to help me handle the scene."
"Brother Davenport, you mean..."
Eli Yarrow didn't quite understand.
He received instructions from Beckett Carmichael and immediately brought his staff over for the rescue.
But now, it seemed like Mr. Reed didn't want them to intervene.
"These good-for-nothing assholes, I can handle them by myself. But the aftermath is tricky!"
Julius Reed said with difficulty, "I tend to hit too hard or too soft, worried I might kill a few and stir up trouble."
"Rest assured!"
Eli Yarrow chuckled, "There's a crematorium nearby! Just go ahead, even if you accidentally kill someone, I'll dispose of their ashes directly!"