"The surveillance stopped here." The bodyguard pointed to the screen.
"Seems like the pay you get from Mr. Cheney is a complete waste." Charles Mcintosh responded, a mosaic of broken fragments seeming to brew on his calm face.
"Assistant Mcintosh, we failed in our duty and are willing to accept the punishment." The bodyguard lowered his head, "We have already deployed people to search around the amusement facilities."
Charles sneered coldly, not saying much, and swiftly headed out.
Lilac Serval glanced at the bowed bodyguard: "If you can't even take care of a child, I suggest you come up with a good way to die yourself, don't wait for Mr. Cheney to come and vent his anger."
After saying this, Lilac followed Charles.
Together, they headed towards the kindergarten's outdoor play area.
The weather was clear today, and the puddles on the ground had dried up, but there were still a few water droplets on the playground equipment.
The air was heavily oppressive.
