"Don't worry, Sir Anders. I got this." Scott grinned.

"Once we capture this bastard, I'll torture the Dew Balm formula out of him!."

Anders hummed noncommittally. "This guy is not ordinary. Regular guards might not cut it. Are your people up for the task?"

"Don't worry, Sir Anders. I'm prepared to handle this bastard," Scott assured, clapping his hands.

Soon, a man and a woman stepped forward from behind Scott.

The man was in a black tee. He stood strong and towered over six feet, muscles