Not far ahead, suddenly there were several screams followed by a muffled groan.
Anton rushed over quickly.
"Turn on the lights!"
Several security guards nearby stood up at once and shone their flashlights towards the direction of the sound.
The flashlight illuminated a young man on the ground, clutching a gun in his hand, his head tilted to one side in a strange manner, with blood spilling from his mouth.
Clearly, the man's neck had been broken.
"Who did this?!"
Several people crouching around, trembling, all shook their heads, indicating they hadn't seen clearly.
"It was me!"
A voice came from the darkness.
Anton grabbed a flashlight from one of his men and shone it over, the light revealed a pale face, the person shielding their eyes with a hand.
Despite this, Anton immediately recognized that it was Phoebe.
"Mr. Phoebe?!"
"Turn off the lights!"
Phoebe suddenly leaped to the side.
