"What the hell happened!"
Inside the Baccarat Farm Estate, a middle-aged man was playing chess with the estate owner when suddenly two loud booms came from outside.
"No idea."
A bodyguard answered in a low voice.
"Slap!"
The middle-aged man stood up abruptly and slapped him across the face, "Useless! What are we paying you for! Hurry up and check it out! If anything goes wrong, Miss Lopez will have you dead without a place to be buried!"
"Yes, Brother Beaumont!"
The bodyguard covered his swollen face and hurried toward the direction of the gate.
"There are surveillance cameras here."
The manor owner picked up a remote control nearby and pressed a button on the TV a short distance away.
"Crap! Where's the gate!"
He was initially stunned, then rubbed his eyes, "Damn. Where's my iron gate that weighed over a hundred pounds?"
"Why is the wall down too?"
He turned to the bodyguard behind him and asked, "Was there an earthquake?"
