Qin Fen felt utterly stifled. He had only just arrived—what the hell was going on inside? The enormous alarm blared like a rooster screaming at the top of its lungs, piercingly loud.
Red flashes filled the surroundings, like special effects from Star Wars. Aside from the shrill alarm, nothing else could be heard. "Are you kidding me?" Big Chef felt that today had been exceptionally unlucky. He had just arrived and had not even entered when trouble broke out inside. "How the hell am I supposed to do anything now?" Forget invisibility—even if he could teleport, getting in would be a nightmare. The place was probably crawling with people.
Nian felt nothing in particular. He merely looked strangely at his master. Why had he not acted yet?
Qin Fen was sweating profusely. Just after he cursed, there came a clang above his head, followed by a shout: "Damn you!"
Big Chef looked up. Holy shit, a flying man. Not just any flying man—a familiar one. Wasn't that Scarface? A thought surfaced in Qin Fen's mind. Could this guy be after Grant again? That was basically the truth, but what Qin Fen could not understand was this: weren't they consultants? Stealing from the place they guarded would make them obvious suspects.
Of course, they were not that stupid. Xu Lang had already found a scapegoat.
Whatever these guys were up to, Qin Fen decided to watch first. He abruptly stepped forward, his eyes flashing. "Don't panic!"
As Scarface fell from midair, his heart filled with sorrow. Was he really going to fail at the last moment? Jumping from the third floor, and in such an unrestrained pose at that—if he hit the ground, even if it was dirt below, he would not survive unscathed. Even with Mole waiting to assist him,