Meanwhile, at the same time, in a cemetery, Layla and Hans stood flanking Vincent, who was standing in the middle, using a cane. In front of them were two gravestones belonging to Mark and Viola. Hans stepped forward slightly, then his hand gently brushed the top of Mark's gravestone.
"Finally, all that's left is me and Layla," Hans muttered.
"Yes, but there's no way we can back down now," Layla replied.
"How is your human trafficking business, Hans?" Vincent asked.
"I've put a stop to it for now. The police and the Feds are starting to sniff out my business because of that savage murder at the lakeside camp up in the mountains," Hans answered, sounding slightly annoyed.
"All of your men were victims... but not one of those teenagers was hurt, and they all ended up testifying to the police," Layla added.
"Right. Such a hassle," Hans replied, irritated.
"The lakeside camp in the mountains, huh," Vincent muttered.
[All of that was KATS's doing.]
