Jordan Bowie was confused.

Since he was quite a brutal person, he pulled out an elegant-looking firearm from under the seat and kicked down the car door before taking his bodyguards and secretary with him.

A crack was showing at the manor’s front gate. The smell of blood wafted from the inside.

Jordan frowned before his expression changed.

“Something’s wrong!

“Take off the safeties of your firearms!

“Go!”

He kicked the door down before going inside. Weapons were scattered all over the ground with blood mixed splattered all over them.

The door of the main hall was closed shut. Nobody could tell what was going on inside.

Jordan was terribly anxious. He had a bad feeling about the situation.

He furiously made a gesture before his people pointed their firearms straight at the main hall.

“Who’s hiding around here?! Show yourself!

“You’re late, Chief Bowie…”

A calm voice echoed from the hall.

Jordan let out a sigh of relief after hearing the voice.

“Why are you in our manor, Y