Archer Rhys was stunned. They had been fighting here for ages, and not a single person had come out. Yet after Grace Winslow shouted for a bit, seven or eight burly men actually appeared.
And these men were all attacking the opposing group like madmen.
"Are you an idiot? Don't you know enough to run when you're in danger? You could have at least run to the police station! You're injured, what are you doing fighting them?" Grace Winslow seethed with anger as she looked at Archer Rhys's deathly pale face.
"Tell them to get out of here, these guys have guns..." Archer Rhys had barely finished speaking when a gunshot shattered the silence.
A man collapsed in a pool of blood.
The others all scrambled back, terror in their eyes.
Grace Winslow's mind went completely blank.
'A gun?'
She glanced at Archer Rhys. "Tell me the truth. Who exactly are these people? They aren't Celestians, are they?"
