"Is it Dirk Carter?"
Dirk was just about to speak.
A man's voice came from inside.
Dirk suppressed his pounding heart and asked coldly, "Who are you?"
"Who I am doesn't matter. What's important is that Miss Sierra Vincent is in my hands. If you don't want her hurt, open your door now and look at the ground."
The door?
Dirk immediately walked to the entrance.
He first looked through the peephole; the hallway was empty, not a person in sight. But on the ground, it seemed there was an envelope.
He opened the door and brought the envelope inside.
Immediately, the phone in his hand hung up.
Then, the envelope inside rang with the sound of a phone.
Dirk opened it; inside the envelope was a mobile phone.
He held it to his ear again, and the same voice said, "Now, place your phone on the dining table in the living room, but I advise you not to make any calls, or I can't guarantee Miss Sierra won't lose any organs."
The dining table?
Dirk instinctively glanced out the window.
