"A month and a half ago, you probably heard about that transnational criminal syndicate that was jailed for robbery. These guys are the remnants of that group."

If we hand them over to the police directly, given how cunning they are, their past crimes would never be uncovered. If I were to press charges, they’d probably only get a few years and then get out.

And what happens after they get out?

Won’t they just go back to doing whatever they want?

Shawn Styles looked into Chloe Sinclair’s ink-black eyes. Though the young woman’s tone was perfectly calm, a chill still ran down Shawn’s spine.

He didn’t know who these men were, only that it was far too dangerous for Chloe Sinclair to face these robbers alone.

"Wouldn’t it be better if the police came?"

Chloe Sinclair shook her head but didn’t say anything this time.

Seeing this, Shawn Styles didn’t press the matter. He murmured, "What’s your plan?"

"A dark and windy night."

After she spoke, Chloe Sinclair suddenly walked over to the circuit breaker and yanked the switch down.

In an instant, the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

Shawn Styles’s vision went black. He clenched his fists and couldn’t help but ask, "What are you doing?"

’Chloe Sinclair is being way too impulsive!’

’Turning off the lights... isn’t that just giving the criminals an opportunity?’

It was pitch-black all around. Shawn Styles couldn’t see a thing.

He turned on his phone’s flashlight, but Chloe Sinclair stopped him. Gripping Shawn’s wrist, she gave a nearly imperceptible shake of her head.

In the faint glow of his phone screen, Shawn Styles could just about make out Chloe Sinclair’s movement.

The next moment, he turned off his phone and gestured, as if asking Chloe Sinclair what to do next.

Then he remembered that there was no way she could see him in the dark.

However, Chloe Sinclair saw everything perfectly clearly.

She looked at Shawn Styles and said, "Now, help me call the police."

With that, she walked straight to the main door and went out.

Shawn Styles was both shocked and panicked. He tried to run after her, but the mechanical door had already closed. No matter how hard he pounded on it, it wouldn’t open.

In his frantic state, he suddenly remembered Chloe Sinclair telling him to call the police.

So he dialed the number, and the first words out of his mouth were, "I need to report a crime. There’s a home invasion..."

***

「Downstairs」

The criminals hiding in the bushes discovered that all the surrounding streetlights had gone out.

The pitch-black darkness caught them off guard, and their hearts filled with panic.

"Fuck, what’s going on? Why did the lights go out?"

"Son of a bitch, I can’t see a damn thing. Should we bail?"

"Bail? Bail my ass! If we leave, will we get another chance like this?"

One of the men had an aquiline nose and a sinister, frightening gaze.

He spat viciously. "In a bit, we’ll climb up to the lab, tie her up, and get revenge for Boss Holt!"

A month and a half ago, Donovan Holt was imprisoned for robbery.

Several of his brothers went in with him.

Donovan Holt’s identity was too high-profile to conceal; it had already been published on an official website before.

They sent people to ask around and found out that Donovan Holt was scheduled for execution in three months. After that, their hearts filled with hatred for the woman who ruined everything for them.

They tracked down Chloe Sinclair’s address, only to find the security there was extremely tight. Not only were there bodyguards at the main gate, but every single apartment building had its own security office at the base.

Today, they had finally gotten their chance, and they’d be damned if they let it go.

"No matter how tough one little girl is, how tough can she be? If we can’t tie her up, then we’ll just..."