Kenny, frantic, rushed forward to tear open the black duffel bag. However, Elon stopped him with a sharp command. "Wait! Be careful—it could be a trap!"

Kenny froze, confused. "A trap? What do you mean?"

Elon glared at Andrew, his voice dripping with disdain. "This little punk is clever, I'll give him that. He might fool others but is not smart enough to trick me."

He snapped his fingers, and two burly bodyguards in black suits stepped forward. They began stomping on the duffel bag with brutal force.

At the same time, Elon pulled Kenny back, keeping a safe distance. "Better safe than sorry, Dad. Andrew's backed into a corner now. He's desperate and might do something crazy.

"He probably told you Michael's in there, but it's more likely filled with chemicals, poison, or even a snake. Open it, and you could end up dead before you know what hit you."

Elon's confident explanation left Kenny stunned. "Elon, you're always one step ahead. Damn, I almost fell for that little bast