While Sand Sculpture and Comedian were standing on the rooftop watching the chaos, Blackwater Alley in the distance had already turned into a scene of complete mayhem.
Tarlan Raider and his three cronies had just walked out of York's home, and not far away, a group of fierce-looking guys came chasing after them.
This group was uniformly dressed in vests, revealing muscular arms, and carrying long guns, short cannons, and short knives—basically, every imaginable weapon.
Initially, Tarlan thought he was caught up in some gang conflict, until one of them fired a shot into the sky, yelling at him.
"Up ahead! Stop!"
"Don't run!"
Countless thoughts flashed through Tarlan's mind in an instant, including being sold out by York, and the possibility of these gang members being hired by the Enlightenment Society, until Sour Fish grabbed his arm.
"Holy shit! Run!!"
Realizing it was not the time to ponder, Tarlan suddenly snapped back to reality and started running without a second word.
