In the room, the charging figures froze.
They shivered all over, faces pale, with many nearly collapsing to the ground.
They saw everything just now, knowing full well they weren't opponents, and their sole hope, Master Coleman, had fled.
They were completely desperate.
Wrigley Henderson trembled all over, his heart filled with extreme fear and deep regret.
All of this was certainly caused by that policewoman earlier, and that policewoman was probably already sunk into the seabed by now, dead.
His only hope for survival was also dashed.
"Where is she?"
I shouted sharply, scanning the surroundings with icy eyes. Quickly, my gaze fell on Wrigley Henderson.
I stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up.
"I asked you, where is she?"
I roared furiously, my expression chilling.
"She... she's already... been taken away, now probably already sunk in the seabed, dead!" Wrigley Henderson said, face falling. Suddenly, he woke up, shaking his head frantically.
