Hans wasn't muscular, but he had enough muscles to make him look quite fit.
His skin wasn't dark, but it was tanned, at least his hands and face were.
The man was heaving with heavy breaths, with scratches all over his body that his Magister rank Aether Enchantments couldn't stop.
Ning saw not only anger and frustration in his face, but also some hints of sadness.
The man suddenly moved. He rushed towards the three officers like a bull that saw red.
Hans and the other officer started shooting him. The man was slowed down by the gunshots, but not stopped. The bullets barely managed to put the scratches on him.
He ran into the 3 officers, but just then, Ning appeared in front of him and blocked him with his own Enchanted body.
However, he felt himself losing in strength to the man in front of him. Ning's leg skidded below him and only came to a stop about a meter or two back.
'Shit! He's stronger than me,' Ning thought. That was truly surprising.
"Another one," the man said as he gritted his teeth. "Just how many of your corrupted bastards are there?"
He pushed Ning backward, but the other officers caught him.
The man, with fury in his eyes, looked around for things to throw at the officers.
"Bastards who only know how to prey on the weak, but cannot do shit against those that really deserve it," the man shouted. "I will get rid of you all today."
Ning had thought he was angry before, but that was nothing to what the man in front of him was feeling.
He stood in front of the three to protect them as he asked, "Brother Hans, what's going on? Why is he so angry?"
"I… I don't know. He randomly got angry while I was trying to get his statement on what happened," Hans said. "Before he could even talk, he started attacking everything, and we couldn't stop it."
"Then, he broke through the floor and the other convicts in the cells below got out."
"It's been chaos since then. Dammit, we need to sedate him quite," Hans said.
"Okay," Ning said. "You two, go help the others. Brother Hans and I can take care of these two."
The other two hesitated for a bit but nodded when they remembered how well Ning did in the exams and his other performances.
Ning blocked the stones that the man threw towards them while talking to Hans behind him.
"I will go stop him, you get ready with the syringe," Ning told Hans. Hans nodded and took out the syringe from his storage trinket.
Ning turned around and smashed the stone that was thrown at him. He then rushed towards the man as quickly as he could.
The man got ready to stop Ning, but Ning had different ideas. He knew that he couldn't stop the man with his Enchantments unless it meant harming him, so he used something else.
His Energy.
Suddenly, a telekinetic force slammed onto the man, pushing him down towards the ground. At the same time, Ning ran behind him to grabs his arms into locked positions between his own arms and legs.
The man tried, but he couldn't fight against Ning's combined strength of his Telekinesis and enchanted body.
Hans saw the opportunity and came rushing towards the man. He slammed the needed onto the open arm of the man and was about to push the syringe when he noticed… the needle of the syringe was bent.
It couldn't go past the tough skin of the man. 'Shit!' he thought.
Ning noticed it too and started worrying a little about what he should do. The only choice he could see was fighting the man until his Aether ran out.
At Aether Magister rank… that would have taken him about an hour or two of constant usage.
However, given that the man was using it so heavily, it might take him even less of a time.
"You bastards. You claim to work for justice while you only fight for those that break the law itself. How dare you call yourself lawmen? You are nothing but boot lickers of the rich," the man said while straining to get out of Ning's chokehold.
"What are you talking about?" Ning asked. "Explain carefully."
Hans was there too, thinking of ways to get the man sedated.
"Why did you stop me? I could've killed him and got my revenge!" the man shouted.
Ning got confused.
"What are you—"
Suddenly, something dropped from high in the air and directly stabbed onto the skull of the man.
Even as Ning held him, he died.
Ning looked in shock. He hadn't expected someone to kill him like that.
"Are you guys okay?" a man flew down from the sky.
Ning looked at the man and recognized that it was Waxil, the head of this city's tower.
He was an Aether King and a strong one at that. He looked worried as he glanced towards Ning and Hans.
"Are you guys— oh thank god. You are fine," Waxil said with a sigh of relief. "I thought you were in trouble."
"Why… why did you kill him?" Ning asked. He clearly had him contained. There was no reason to kill him.
"Were you guys not in trouble?" Waxil asked with a confused look.
Hans and Ning shook their head.
Waxil realized what he had done. "I— I thought you were in trouble. I just saw a few of our people dead along the way, so i—"
Waxil just moved his hands around, hoping the two of them would understand what he was thinking.
They did, but they still felt bad seeing someone who was clearly not a threat anymore, die like that.
Ning got out of the stupor before the other two and said, "We still have to go help others let's leave."
Waxil had a guilty look in his eyes, but he nodded and moved away from the place.
While what had happened was bad, there were still others that needed their help.
