"No rush, let’s take care of business first." Garen looked at Golden Loop Number Nine, and the latter instantly tensed up.
Golden Loop Number Eight sneered as he charged at Number Nine and poked out with his index finger.
Pssh!
Weh!
Golden Loop Number Nine let out a deep "humph" as a bloody hole appeared in his chest.
Bam!
His whole body instantly flew backward, went over the handrail, and fell down to the "black hole".
"Let’s go." Golden Loop Number Eight didn’t even bother looking down. He turned around and began walking up the stairs. "What the people on top want is here, so we won’t have any problems after I hand it in. Identification will be something for another day."
Garen looked down at where Golden Loop Number Nine had fallen in, but the place was pitch black and he couldn’t see a thing. He quickly followed Golden Loop Number Eight up the stairs.