The only sound in the room was their labored gasps.

After a prolonged rest, Tyrone slowly regained some energy. He stretched out his leg and kicked Larry, who lay on the floor. "Don't play dead. What's going on?"

Larry bent his knees, lying on the floor and gazing at the ceiling.

“Didn't you already figure it out?”

"I want to hear it from you. Then I'LL tell you myself. I was the one who told Galilea to get close to you and pursue you. It was me who instructed her to steal the core data of the project. And it was me who sent those kidnappers out of the country. Are you satisfied?"