Today's Pulmoath is destined to be bustling, providing a lot of explosive news for the evening newspapers and the morning news the next day.
On a certain street.
Investigation Bureau's Hasinger's face is gloomy, as many methods need to be restrained in public places.
But with the 'Scavenger' and the royal family's control over the Pulmoath press, some actions are still tolerated.
'Follow-up matters should be left to the professionals!'
Hasinger smirked, and the whip in his hand ignited, suddenly curling inwards.
Immediately, he leaped up and took a few steps onto the roof of a row of buildings, chasing a fleeing glider.
Amid the gasps of the onlooking crowd, a talisman burned, providing Hasinger with the accuracy enhancement for shooting.
Bang!
He flicked his whip, and an orange-red flame flew out like a cannonball, hitting the moving glider!