"Tap tap tap... tap tap tap..."
Yan Huan held the unconscious Spencer, frozen in place, watching helplessly as countless black-suited men with rapid footsteps sealed off the already narrow alley, leaving no way out.
The once bustling South District seemed isolated into two worlds by this scene, even the fresh air couldn't penetrate, overwhelmed by the scent of cologne.
Yan Huan and Spencer were surrounded by a circle, with every suited man forming it keeping their hands respectfully in front of their abdomens.
The sunglasses concealed each of their eyes, making them emotionless like the robotic killers from Terminator.
"..."
Yan Huan took a deep breath, glancing at the unresponsive Spencer in his arms with a look of helplessness.
"Miss Spencer, if you don't wake up and explain, your dear president might just get beaten up by these men right here."
"Huff... huff..."
