Only when Bennett issued the command did his men finally stand down.

Adrian glanced at Holden, and they exchanged a knowing look.

Holden proceeded to start the vehicle as Adrian pushed Bennett inside, the knife still embedded in his arm and Adrian's grip unwavering.

"Consider yourself warned; if you try anything, the next cut will be on your penis!" Adrian said to Bennett.

Holden slammed the accelerator, speeding toward the direction Ariana had taken off.

His crew trailed closely. It now looked like everything was going according to plan.

Bound in the backseat, Bennett maintained a composed stare at Holden, unable to move. After a pause, he grinned and remarked, “Rarely do I encounter someone who matches my mettle. I must concede, Mr. Fredrick, that I admire that. You and I, we're birds of a feather."

“What nonsense are you saying?" Adrian chuckled, shaking his head.

"You're in our hands. Are you trying to get to our good side by saying that? Being agreeable won't earn you any leniency."

"You are really easy to get angry." Bennett glanced at Adrian, then reclined, flashing a relaxed smile. “However, the camaraderie between you and Holden does stir emotions in me."

“Save it," Adrian retorted coldly. "I find your words rather repulsive.

Though Adrian's words were harsh, Bennett remained composed. He chuckled. "Your tongue is sharper than a knife. But honestly, I envy your relationship with Holden. I have numerous subordinates, yet none would go to such lengths for me. Clearly, I think there's a distinct difference between true friends and mere subordinates."

“With such a mindset, who would ever regard you as a friend?" Adrian couldn't help but take a dig.

“It's regrettable. If I had friends like you to guide me, perhaps I would lead a respectable life in the open now," Bennett said, seemingly disregarding Adrian's remark.

He continued talking, expressing himself with what appeared to be sincere emotion, leaving Adrian uncertain about how to respond.

As Adrian began to contemplate if he had been overly harsh on Bennett, a beeping sound came from Bennett.

"What's that sound?" Holden asked, frowning.

“It seems to be emanating from him," Adrian replied, swiftly patting down Bennett and discovering a small blinking button hidden in his jacket.

"What is this?" Adrian inspected it, puzzled, then directed the question to Bennett.

“A bomb detector," Bennett responded calmly. “You have your gadgets; I have mine..."