Outside the building.
Sawyer Beaumont glanced at his watch, anxiously rubbing his shiny bald head.
"Turn around, let's go back!" He had been in the martial arts world for years, and his judgment of danger was extremely sharp.
It had been so long, yet there was no movement in the building.
Something was likely to go wrong.
It had been ten minutes since the hidden weapon box sounded.
This indicated that the assassination plan was completely exposed.
Most likely, the people from the Martial Arts Association were done for.
He couldn't just sit and wait for death.
"Boss, the people from the Martial Arts Association haven't come out yet. If we leave, won't we..."
"Shut up! Go back!" Sawyer Beaumont interrupted his subordinate, reprimanding, "Hurry up!"
For some reason, the bad feeling in his heart grew stronger!
"Yes." The driver dared not speak further, quickly reversing and entering another street.
But suddenly.
The car came to a screeching halt!
