After bidding the doctors farewell, he hummed a little tune. Holding the room card in one hand, he swiped it, opened the door, and stepped into his room.
As he turned to close the door, a black shadow lunged at him.
Startled, George Stanford exclaimed, "Who are you?"
Before he could finish speaking, someone covered his mouth and nose. The group barged into his room and shut the door.
George Stanford glared furiously at the intruders, attempting to resist.
"Dr. Standford, we just want to talk to you. We won't hurt you." Seeing his fierce struggle, one of the men spoke.
Hearing them speak the language of Country A, George Stanford calmed down considerably.
At least they're here for a reason, not to rob me.
"Mmph..."
"Dr. Standford, do you have something to say?"
George Stanford nodded. The man stared at him with a smirk. "Alright, I'll let go. You won't struggle or resist pointlessly, will you, Dr. Standford?"
George Stanford nodded again.
