Lynn took three steps in two and rushed to Professor Foxx's bed, yanking away his blanket.
Foxx was startled awake by him and stared at Lynn with bleary confusion.
"Go! Hurry! Professor, that cripple from yesterday brought a group of people! They have guns!"
He shouted in a low voice. The next instant, Professor Foxx jolted awake, all traces of sleepiness gone.
He had spent time in Muggle society before, so of course he knew how intimidating guns were to ordinary people!
"They want to kill us? But why? There's no reason for it!" Professor Foxx sprang out of bed. He did not look overly panicked, but his face was full of bafflement.
"Don't worry about that now. We should make a strategic withdrawal first!" Lynn said urgently.
"Why not just say run?"
"Because that doesn't sound as impressive."
"..."
"They can't still be asleep at this hour, can they?" Smith frowned as he watched Leon call for room service and pound heavily on the door once again.
Leon sensed that something was wrong. He stepped aside and ordered Simon.
"Break it down!"
"That doesn't seem right, does it? The owner of this inn is Stoker's brother-in-law."
"Who cares! If you don't break it down now, they'll get away!"
Simon backed up a few steps, then charged at the door.
With just one hit, he smashed the door open.
The three old men rushed in together, only to find the room completely empty.
"Fuck! They got away!" Smith cursed.
The window was wide open, and tied-together bedsheets fluttered outside in the wind.
Leon stuck his head out the window and could still see Lynn and the others running down the street.
"After them!"
Countless guests poked their heads out of their rooms, watching the three old men thunder down