When Matteo entered, he found Mitchel near the window. Mitchel Looked exhausted and lonely, and Matteo's heart sank at the sight of this.

Mitchel, without turning around, inquired, "How did the investigation go?"

"The kidnappers’ escape went awry," Matteo answered.

"Their vehicle went off a cliff, and then the car exploded. There were no survivors.

We're still digging into whether the target was the Murray family or Miss Murray herself."

With the kidnappers dead, the investigation had gone to an dead end.

“Anything else?" Mitchel queried with a cold and expressionless face.

"The whereabouts of Miss Lloyd are still unknown, but we've located two kidnappers who were related to your wife's kidnapping. Do you want to see them?"

A flicker of malice crossed Mitchel's expression, and he ordered, "Set it up right now."

In the dim light of a suburban underground garage, the heavy iron door groaned open, releasing a wave of foul air.

Matteo coughed against the stench. He walked forward and found the two vagrants, whose faces were covered with hoods, had soiled themselves due to the fright.

With a grimace, Matteo pulled the hoods down their heads even more, ensuring they didn't see anything.

The only sound for those two vagrants was the echo of approaching footsteps. They bowed repeatedly and pleaded, "Sir, please let us go.

We're just poor and homeless. Why are we here?’

Bang! A sudden, violent crack cut the air.

The vagrants’ knees were ruthlessly shattered by the bodyguards using baseball bats.

“Ah! Why would you do that!"

The gruesome crunch of bone reverberated off the walls, along with screams of agony.

Mitchel stepped closer and coldly asked, "Now, do you understand why you two are here?"

Gripped by terror and desperate to avoid another blow, the fat vagrant blurted out, "Is this about that job we took a few days ago?"