Michenton Village, underground basement.

The iron door was locked, and there were many fully armed assassins standing outside.

Quincy was tied to a chair and could not move.

“James, a-are you alright?”

Her worried face was pale as she kept checking on James.

James was bounded by ropes, and his leg was shot. Although he could control the blood flow in his body and prevent a hemorrhage, he was still bleeding a lot.

Lying on the ground, he said, “I’m alright. I’m sorry I could only save Thea