The group hastily looked up—
They saw several black Mercedes cars approaching on the road ahead.
Three in total, they all pulled over and stopped in front of them.
As soon as the cars came to a halt, the doors opened, and several men in matching suits got out, followed by another man with a briefcase dressed in a crisp suit from the last two cars.
This bunch, at first glance, had an imposing presence!
It was impossible not to tense up at the sight of this procession.
At that moment, a deep and forceful voice suddenly spoke—
"We're reporting a robbery case, someone has stolen a jadeite hairpin worth over a hundred million, Officer, such circumstances should be considered severe, right?"
Young Master Luther Holmes immediately looked over, only to see the approaching group parting to make a way.
Walking from behind was none other than Tom Rosenthal, followed by a middle-aged man with a briefcase, his face stern and cold.
"Brother T!"
