Going Back

"Ha… Ha…"

"I can't breathe."

"Help."

Other people were raising their hands while gasping for air. Even the soldiers had a hard time containing this powerful pressure.

"Are you going… to commit murder?" The soldier who interviewed them this whole time gritted his teeth and asked.

"Of course not." In the instant the man replied to his question, the pressure vanished.

Everyone could breathe normally again, but they were still panting on the ground.

"I am simply wondering why the army is letting this man continue with his useless ranting even though it's not his place to talk. Even my lady has been cooperating with you guys. If I want to take her away, do you think you'll be able to stop me? Law? There's no such a law in this place." The man harrumphed, looking down on the soldiers.