"Mr. Thomas" The driver groaned through gritted teeth.
But Thomas, his vision swimming, couldn't respond.
His mind had gone blank.
Beside him, the bloodied model slumped unconscious, her face a mask of crimson.
The bodyguard struggled as well, trying to get out of the car, but found himself completely immobilized.
Before they could even catch their breath, seven or eight men in sleek combat gear emerged from the three vehicles ahead and strode toward them.
"Who—who the hell are you people...?"
Thomas squinted through the blood dripping into his eyes, his voice weak and slurred.
The men didn't answer.
They didn't even acknowledge him.
A chill shot down Thomas's spine.
"Do you—do you even know who I am?
I'm Thomas—"
The Thomas family name was his shield, the reason he could strut through Luwei City—no, the entire province—with impunity.
"Thomas?"
Hearing his own name from one of the men, Thomas stiffened, his eyes widening in shock.
Damn it!
