"It doesn't look like they're from Heinz. No clues at all."

A thought struck Alick, and he asked, "Could it be Jaylen?"

"No," Isaac replied with certainty.

He had met Jaylen recently.

This time, Jaylen had been truthful with him.

Clearly, Jaylen was fearful and seeking Isaac's mercy.

Moreover, Jaylen was gravely injured and recuperating in Clouland.

His capable men were also hurt. No one could do it for him.

Alick, fists clenched, asked, "Then who could it be?"

He vowed to himself that if he found those responsible, he'd kill them with his own hands.

Meanwhile, in an old house.

“If you value your life and don't want to get caught, stay here. I've got food for you. Once this blows over, I'll help you escape and give you enough money to start anew." A masked man, cloaked in black and donning a hat, spoke without facing the group.

The masked man recruited those thugs from out of town.

The locals couldn't dig up any information on them here.

They had no illegal activities in this city, but elsewhere, they'd stirred up quite a bit of trouble.

Despite their rap sheet, they managed to slip through the law's fingers.

“What's the worst that could happen?" The scar-faced guy wasn't sweating it. "Nobody's going to blab about it, and the lady won't dial 911...

"You're clueless!" the masked man snapped. "Luck got you out before, but now you're up against a real threat. Drop the lax attitude or face the consequences. I'm dead serious!"

The scar-faced guy pouted, "Is it really that bad? You might be overreacting."

The masked man spun around, shooting a cold glare at the scar-faced guy. "Remember when you went after that person? Her driver intervened. ALL seven of you tangled with him alone, and each ended up banged up. Underestimating the enemy got you hurt. How dare you be so careless?"