Marco quickly rushed towards that row of civilian residences after dealing with them.
Coincidentally, Julian Johnsons was coming out from inside.
Seeing he was alone, Marco anxiously asked, "Where's Freya?"
"When I arrived, the guards outside had already been dealt with, and the small house was empty," Julian replied with a slight frown.
"Someone got here before us?" Marco was taken aback, then panicked, "Who could have taken Freya away?"
*
In a private room of a restaurant.
Freya Grey was sitting at the round dining table, devouring her food ravenously.
The man beside her had ordered a table full of delicious dishes for her, which made her, having starved for days, eat incessantly without ever putting her chopsticks down.
"Delicious, so delicious, thank you."
