"Kid, watch out!"
The beam from the flashlight burst forth in the darkness, and a middle-aged uncle in a security guard uniform, not particularly tall, suddenly rushed out from behind Motan and forcefully pushed him to the ground.
Caught off guard and pushed down, Motan's expression immediately changed, then he subtly withdrew his hand from the inside of his trench coat and looked up in confusion at the uncle holding the flashlight, wearing the security uniform: "Huh?"
"Don't move!"
The security guard uncle didn't even turn his head as he barked out an order, casually tossing the flashlight up into the air and snapping his fingers with a "pop": "Khalet - Radiance!"
