"Do you think this can scare us? "Osman sneered and took a step forward, his eyes filled with disdain and anger.
He clenched his hands into fists, as if ready to strike at any moment.
Osman's brow furrowed, his gaze sharp like a sword pointing straight at the photographer, and the air around him seemed to be heated by his anger.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner anger, but those clenched fists betrayed his emotions.
"Don't come here!" The person who took the picture suddenly shouted, and he had a small spray in his hand.
He pressed the button, and a pungent gas instantly sprayed out, filling the air.
The people around were immediately caught off guard by the sudden attack and started coughing.
The clamor in the crowd erupted instantly, and people scattered in panic. The air was filled with chaos and unease.
Several elderly tourists were even choked to tears by the sudden irritating gas, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.
"Quickly retreat! "Vsa shouted loudly, pulling Jesee back a few steps in an attempt to dodge the pungent gas. There was a hint of concern in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by determination. He knew they couldn't just give up like this, they had to catch this spy.
Countless thoughts flashed through Vsa's mind in an instant. He knew he couldn't let the spy escape, otherwise Jesee and more innocent people might be hurt again.
"Everyone be careful! "Osman immediately reacted, waving his arm to signal the others to retreat. His eyes were filled with anger, but at the same time he remained calm and rational. He knew that they had to maintain a clear mind in order to deal with the upcoming emergencies.
Osman's voice appeared particularly clear and powerful in this chaos, like a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding everyone in the right direction.
The person who secretly filmed stood up and tried to escape the scene amidst the chaos. There was a hint of pride in his eyes, as if he had successfully escaped.
However, his heartbeat was rapidly accelerating, and every beat seemed to remind him that his actions were wrong and his conscience was being condemned.
"Want to run? It's not that easy! "Krish suddenly rushed out from the side, his movements swift and agile, like a cheetah. He pounced directly on the cameraman, attempting to subdue him.
The photographer was startled by the sudden attack, and his body swayed slightly, but soon regained balance.
Krish's appearance was like a lightning bolt, shattering the photographer's imagination and making him realize that his escape route had been cut off.
"Don't come here!" the photographer shouted again, and the spray in his hand spewed a stream of gas again.But this time, Krish was already prepared, he quickly dodged and reached out to grab the arm of the spy.
"Do you think this little trick can still deceive me? "Krish whispered, his voice tinged with contempt and anger.
"Release me! "The spy struggled, trying to break free from Krish's control. But Krish's strength was obviously much greater than his, he tightly grasped the arm of the spy, not giving him any chance to escape.
Krish's hands were as firm as iron pliers, and no matter how the photographer struggled, they could not shake his control.
"Don't move, you've been caught! "Osman and the others quickly surrounded the cameraman, not giving him any chance to escape.
The eyes of everyone revealed firmness and justice, as if announcing the victory of this just battle.
"Why did you arrest me? "The cameraman tried to defend himself, but there was already a slight tremble in his voice.
"Why? Because you secretly filmed someone and violated their privacy! "Jesee stepped forward, her voice filled with justice and anger.
Vsa tightly held Jesee's hand, as if giving her strength and support. Jesee's eyes gleamed with a resolute light, knowing that she must stand up and uphold her dignity and rights.
"You have no evidence! "The spy tried to struggle, but his efforts were clearly in vain. He has been firmly controlled by everyone and cannot escape at all. His voice gradually became hoarse, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, as if he was aware of the consequences he was about to face.
"Evidence? "Vsa sneered and took out a phone from his pocket, displaying the photos and videos he had just secretly taken on the screen. There was a hint of mockery in his voice: 'Isn't that enough?' Vsa's fingers slid on the phone screen, and each photo was like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the hearts of the photographer. The photographer's face turned pale instantly upon seeing these pieces of evidence.
He knew that he had nowhere else to escape. There was a hint of despair in his eyes, as if he had already seen the legal sanctions he was about to face.
"What are you going to do? "He tried to resist, but there was already a hint of despair in his voice.
We will call the police and make you accept legal sanctions! "Osman shouted, his voice filled with justice and determination.
He and others controlled the spy and waited for the police to arrive.
"You despicable people! "The spy struggled, but his efforts were clearly in vain. He has been firmly controlled by everyone and cannot escape at all.
"We are just, you are despicable! "Vsa's voice carried a hint of anger and disdain. He tightly held Jesee's hand, as if silently telling her that he would protect her no matter what happened.
When Vsa angrily prepared to take off the photographer's mask, she said, "No, please don't take off my mask!" The photographer's pupils dilated, and her voice was filled with prayer. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, as if afraid to face the upcoming shame.
Vsa's heart crossed. "If I had known today, would you still be secretly filming? Do you know I was being scolded harshly on the campus internet? You're still calling me a clown online. Do you think it's possible?" As she spoke, she took off his mask and revealed his pale face.
Vsa's fingers trembled slightly, his voice was choked up, but his gaze was unusually firm. He must make this spy face his crime, even if it means uncovering his own scars.
The situation had reached this point, and he looked at Jesee with hopeful eyes in his heart. "Do you know who I am?" The voice of the spy carried a hint of bitterness, as if trying to find the final redemption.