"Not wearing anything particularly special," Arthur raised an eyebrow, "they usually dress similarly to you."
The policeman was momentarily stunned, then suddenly grabbed Arthur by the collar, pointed at his nose, and cursed, "Kid, do you think hanging around with Victor means no one can touch you? Let me tell you, not now, even when Victor was still in the Security Department, his people wouldn't dare talk to me like this!"
Arthur pouted helplessly, slightly shaking his head, "Sir, you'd better take back that attitude. Speaking like that always reminds me of my old superior."
"Your old superior?"
"Indeed, I haven't seen him for years. Although I don't know where he's gone, I guess he's most likely lying at the bottom of the Thames River now."
As soon as Arthur finished speaking, the policeman felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
Next came a dizzy spell, and his whole body flew backwards, crashing with a bang against the office door.
