Suburban manor.
In a dark room, a man and a woman were suspended by iron chains as thick as a child's arm. Both looked very disheveled, having been beaten. The man had a gunshot wound on his shoulder, his face was pale, and he was drenched in sweat, appearing on the verge of death.
Footsteps approached, and a scar-faced middle-aged man paced in front of the two, examining them with a dark expression.
The suited man beside him said, "These two broke into our city stronghold last night and were caught by us. We were going to kill them on the spot, but they claimed to be FBI agents from the United States. I thought it might be necessary for the boss to meet them."
The scar-faced middle-aged man sneered, "FBI? With this level?"
The scar-faced man stood in front of the female agent, lifting her face with his hand, "This chick is not bad, could fetch a good price."
The female agent showed no sign of fear, staring at the scar-faced man, "Are you the boss of the Earth Wolf Gang?"
