With his eyes icy, he inquired, "Information?"

"The man's name is Jeff. He made a bet with a friend to snatch a bag just for fun. His father is the owner of this place. He has connections with some higher-ups in the police department. With a faked document of a mental illness, he was released this afternoon."

In one of the many rooms in the building, Jeff was bragging to his friends about his run today.

"You guys have no idea! I have never seen such a cool chick.

Everything about her turned me on. Luckily, I secretly noted her phone number from the lawyer. She might be tough on the outside, but I bet she is soft and sweet on the inside. I must have a taste of her."

Bang! The door was kicked open.

Mitchel took giant strides into the room. He took off his suit jacket and threw it into his assistant's waiting hands. His eyes scanned the room and settled on a blonde guy.

“Jeff, right?"

His face was taut and the air around him was icy cold.

Jeff stared at him and nodded his head like a cartoon character. But when he remembered this was his domain, he bellowed, “Who the hell are you? How dare you barge..."

His words were cut off after an ashtray was slammed against his forehead.

He instantly began to bleed.

When he held his forehead and saw that his hand was stained with blood, he screamed in pain.

"What the hell! You hit me!"

He pointed at his friends and scolded, “What are you all waiting for?

Have you gone blind? Come on, guys!"

Several figures sprang to their feet. They glared at Mitchel menacingly. Before they could take a step closer, two suited bodyguards appeared in front of Jeff. They landed blows and kicks on him without ado.

The bodyguards were trained for this. As a result, their hits couldn't be dodged, let alone endured.

Jeff's miserable screams echoed in the room.

Scared to death, Jeff's friends sank to their knees. They trembled and begged for mercy, "This has nothing to do with us. We haven't done anything wrong. Please let us out."