As Max requested, Brant, Pot, and Pot's men left in their truck box. Because Brant and Pot both suffered gunshot wounds, one of Pot's men was driving. Now the truck box was getting farther and farther away, getting smaller as time passed.The situation was safe and under control, Max approached Scott who was standing in front of the taxi."You okay, Buddy?" asked Max."I'm good," answered Scott. "You came at the right time. A little late, I'm sure I would have broken their arms and legs."Max smiled broadly. He was glad to be able to help Scott out of his situation earlier."Btw, what are you doing here? Don't tell me you're patrolling like the police," Scott teased.Max chuckled. "No, I'm not. But, as the true ruler of this city, I have eyes and ears everywhere. I'll quickly know when there's a striking event like the chase just now," Max explained.Scott raised one eyebrow. He then said, "Well, since you've helped me prevent unnecessary murder, I think I should thank you, Blue Devil
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