"Sister Bell." Ratty ran over, and seeing Grid barely able to stand with someone supporting him, covered in dust and his foot dripping blood, clearly not lightly injured, he frowned.
"What's going on over there?" Grid didn't bother explaining much to Ratty and immediately asked about his situation, "What's the matter with the cries for help over there?"
"There's no cries for help; it was just a mobile phone left there playing a recording, a deliberate distraction to lure me away. I picked up the phone, then saw what looked like a shadow and chased after it, leading me to a special garage, and then I got locked inside." Ratty was fuming, wanting to curse, his hands marked with injuries from pounding the walls and doors.
James Carter's assistant was even more helpless, "I got knocked from behind, then dragged into a corner. Just now someone found me and woke me up; my brain's still fuzzy."
