"Your game is over. Where is Professor Amir Khan? I hope you didn't kill him. Otherwise, no matter how much money you have, you'll spend the rest of your life in prison."
Zhou Qingfeng glanced at Carl, then at the four armed agents in bulletproof vests behind him. The FBI badges on their chests glistened coldly under the neon lights of the casino. "What are you doing here?"
"I was at home on vacation, playing with my kids at the backyard pool." Carl loosened his tie, the electronic voice box on his neck producing an angry noise. "Until the director called me out!"
He took half a step forward and growled, "Victor, I warned you not to mess with 'Apocalypse Creatures,' but you didn't listen, did you?
You shouldn't have been so smart, shouldn't have met Maurice, shouldn't have kidnapped Professor Amir Khan. Did you really think you could escape punishment?"
