"It's Spirit Fox. Damn it, we're doomed."
"Gosh, why are we being targeted by these devils?"
"I heard that Spirit Fox kills gangs without batting an eye."
Murmurs of despair spread as the Spirit Fox operators cuffed them.
"Shut your mouth, or I'll stuff your socks in it," one girl scolded, silencing the crowd.
No one wanted to eat their own dirty socks and ruin their taste buds. They weren't naive enough to think Spirit Fox was about justice, strictly abiding by laws and regulations. This was Spirit Fox—not ordinary police officers they could dare to swear at or curse, dragging their ancestors into the insults.
A group of men continued to communicate through glances, exchanging pity and consolation.
The girls rolled their eyes and cursed at the gossipers. While they were delighted to see enemies fear their name, the level of infamy had elevated them to being likened to Satan.