“Hmm.” Brendan could not be bothered by this. “How’s the situation with Sam?”

-

On the hotel's top level, Sam and the group of people from the organization kicked down a door without concern for the astounded man seated in front of the sofa watching the press conference.

The man was the person left in the room. Sam closed the curtain, sized up the room, and looked at the man being pinned on the ground with a distorted expression. He stamped on the man’s face until the man was bleeding from his mouth.

“Where’s your boss?”

Sam would exert strength in his leg with every word he uttered. The man’s expression grew ferocious in pain. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about… I’m the only person here…”

“You don’t smoke, so why are you using such an expensive lighter?”

The man was astonished.

Sam waved his hand and said, “Take him to the organization.”

When the crew was done cleaning up the scene, Sam called up Brendan. “We’ve only managed to capture a subordinate, sir.”

Brendan