Boom—
A violent roar came from beyond the wooden window.
"Deacon, the others are here too," the lean man said, looking at the man in casual clothes ahead of him and lowering his voice. "Do you think they'll come over and fight us for the hostages?"
"What are you thinking?" The casually dressed man snorted. "They came here and made such a huge commotion. Do you think the Anomaly Association and the Federal Bureau of Investigation won't notice? They're outside, which is perfect for drawing fire and attracting everyone over there."
"Even if we can't find any important person by then, we can slip away from the back. With the Anomaly Association and the Federal Bureau of Investigation all drawn here, we can find a way to sneak out of the city," the lean man said with a low laugh as realization dawned on him. "Deacon, brilliant!"
"That's what you said," the casually dressed man replied, glancing at him. "Our best plan is still to find that important person and make him find a way to get us out."
"Yes, yes." The casually dressed man hurriedly nodded.
The man with glasses followed behind them without saying anything.
The three quickly moved deeper inside along the wooden corridor.
After passing several rooms in a row, the lean man finally could not help saying, "Deacon, do you think we took a wrong turn? Aside from the gunfire outside, there isn't a sound in here. Forget important people—we haven't even seen a servant."
"Don't rush," the casually dressed man said coldly. "Let's look farther in."
"Some old-fashioned families don't like having too many servants," the bespectacled man behind them said slowly. "They don't like too many people peering into their wealth. The guards outside this manor are so tight, and there are even