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The chief of Harbor City Police Station was on high alert. He blew the emergency assembly whistle, calling all officers to fully arm themselves and gather at the station entrance.
In his view, this matter was not likely to be small, and ordinary means wouldn't be able to suppress it.
"Chief Emily, we must rely on you to help us out of this predicament!"
Upon hearing the chief's plea, Emily instinctively looked at Lette. Seeing him nod slightly, she immediately patted her chest and assured him.
"Don't worry, Chief. With me here, nothing major will happen.
There's no time to lose, let's head out quickly!"
The chief, wiping his cold sweat, sighed with helplessness as he headed out, "Yeah, if these two groups really start fighting, it wouldn't be a small problem."
The so-called fishing port, as the name implies, is the harbour where fishing boats gather for sea fishing.
