A few got out of the car, and Cool Mo Evil personally hoisted the still-unconscious girl off the vehicle.
Several people had already approached, each with a menacing look, either dyed hair or tattoos, clearly not ordinary folks.
There were no obvious weapons in sight, but several had bulges at their waists, and with just one glance, Cool Mo Evil identified the outline of handguns.
"Brother Hans!"
Everyone greeted Hans George in succession, their eyes warily fixed on Cool Mo Evil and Sullivan Lee, who were carrying a girl.
"This is Brother Cool, our guest." Hans George waved his hand, "Brother Cool, come with me!"
They crossed the yard, walked to a somewhat old office room, and a subordinate pushed open a door, allowing the group to enter in single file.
This was an office room, with tables, chairs, and computers. After a quick glance, Cool Mo Evil dumped the girl onto a swivel chair.
