The person patting him on the shoulder was none other than Marcus.

Brad asked, "Where's the formula?"

"I have it right here, but I need to make sure Lucy is safe first!" Marcus said in a low voice, adjusting his baseball cap.

Brad glanced around the dimly lit bar. At the counter where he sat, there was no one except for a couple getting cozy nearby.

Meeting here proved the old saying true—the most obvious place was often the most secretive one, as nobody would pay attention to someone sitting at the bar counter.

"Marcus, you better wise up and hand over the formula," Brad replied, setting down his glass and sneering. "If you cooperate, I'll order them to spare Lucy. But if you keep stalling like this, I can't guarantee Lucy's safety."

Brad saw Marcus's face twist with a mix of anger and defeat. He laughed inwardly, thinking Marcus was no match for playing games with the Weller family.

"Fine, here's the formula." Marcus finally handed it over obediently. As soon as Brad to