Emily's expression was a mix of complexity and gloom.

Jet's combat skills were truly outstanding. It was worth noting that the individuals brought by Ryker were top champions in their respective fields. Despite that, Jet managed to hold his ground against ten opponents, delivering blows and leaving many of them with bruised egos.

No wonder the boss hesitated to engage in a direct confrontation with the normal Brendan. If they were to face each other, it was unclear who would come out on top.

"Search him and find his phone," ordered Ryker.

The group of people rummaged through Jet's belongings, even turning his car upside down. They reported, "Mr. Wight, the phone is not on him."

"Not on him? How is that possible?" Ryker sneered, took a step forward, grabbed Jet's chin, and lifted it up. "As someone who came to track us, how can you not have a phone or any device on you? The reason we can't find it now is simply that you've hidden it. Where did you hide it?"

Jet's chin was injured,