The rotten-toothed strong man Locke sneered as he hoisted the unconscious Bill over his shoulder like a chicken and was about to step into the elevator.
Before he could enter the elevator, a lamp in the room suddenly began to blink with a dazzling red light.
Nicole and the strong man's expressions changed immediately. Nicole hurriedly turned on the computer screen in the room. After quickly typing in a string of password numbers, a row of surveillance images appeared on the screen.
The images showed Ludmila and her group in the basement. As 'locals', Nicole and the rotten-toothed strong man Locke were not unfamiliar with their clothing—the mercenaries from Moran International in Russia.
"Damn it, I knew we shouldn't have rented the manor to those brutes for quick cash. Trouble was bound to happen sooner or later!" Locke said angrily as he punched the table.
He actually cracked the marble tabletop with his punch, which spread out from his fist in all directions.
