When the onlookers saw the homeless man being shot dead by the police, they let out screams, followed by a tide of noise.

An elderly black man heard the gunshot, abandoned his scavenger cart, pushed through the crowd and came to the scene. Seeing the homeless man lying in a pool of blood, the old man screamed, "No! Arthur!"

The middle-aged policeman put his gun back into the holster at his waist and asked, "Do you know him?"

The black old man shook his head, muttering "No, no, no, what did you do...", and walked over to the homeless man, reaching out to brush away the messy hair from his face. Confirming that the deceased was undoubtedly Arthur, the old man glared at the policeman with anger and cursed:

"Oh my God, you have no idea what a mistake you've made! You killed an Atlantean! He might be the only Atlantean left in the world, you idiot—!"

Another young policeman handed the little boy back to his parents who were crying with joy. He turned around and went back to the scene. He just happened to hear the black old man's rebuke and was very surprised.

"Atlanteans? Man, you've read too many science fiction novels. How can there be Atlanteans in this world?"

"Of course not! He is! Thirteen years ago, I saw Arthur walk ashore from the sea with my own eyes! He can swim underwater for a whole day without breathing or any oxygen equipment. Apart from the Atlanteans, I don't know who else can do that! Although Arthur is crazy, he has never hurt anyone and has saved many drowning surfers. What crime did he commit? Why did you have to kill him? Why—? You are a murderer. I hope Poseidon curses you for the rest of your life—!"

Hearing the black old man's accusation, the middle-aged policeman was somewhat moved. He carefully recalled what had just happened. It was true that the homeless man had caught the child, but he had no weapon in his hand, nor did he make any excessive moves. He just kept shaking the little boy, as if... he had something to say to him?

The expression on the middle-aged policeman's face was a bit confused, and even regretful. He also had a son who was about the same age as the boy. The moment he saw the boy being held hostage, he seemed to have put too much personal emotion into it, and considered the problem completely from the perspective of a father, rather than from the perspective of a policeman. He was not objective. Maybe... he was wrong?

The young policeman patted his partner on the shoulder and said soothingly, "Hey, man, don't overthink it. We had every reason to open fire in that situation. Even the inspector wouldn't find fault! You did the right thing. The boy and his parents will be grateful to you! Don't listen to that old man. He's just a crazy old idiot. He's not from Atlantis!"

Luo Wenyuan heard the conversation between the old black man and the policemen. When the old black man pushed aside the homeless man's messy hair, revealing a pale face with an unshaven beard, Luo Wenyuan staggered and almost fell down. Qingshan was so scared that he quickly held his arm.

“Wen Yuan——!”

Luo Wenyuan closed his eyes tightly, and his fingers squeezed the wooden table in the restaurant, causing it to creak.

"Qingshan...save him, please, save him..."

"What? Save who? The homeless guy?"

Luo Wenyuan's voice was trembling and low. Qingshan had never heard him speak in such a pleading and sad tone before, and was a little unsure if what he had just heard was true.

"Save him... please..."

Luo Wenyuan's behavior was too abnormal, Qingshan was very worried, but she still nodded and agreed. No matter what happened, she would save the person first... if... he could still be saved.