"Who's there!"
Darrell Huntington's heart skipped a beat.
He whirled around, eyes fixed on what lay ahead!
Who would dare to smash the Huntington family's gate in the dead of night?
"Stop him!"
"Yes, sir!"
The bodyguards quickly drew their weapons from their waists and sprinted toward the entrance.
An air of murderous intent!
All of these men were skilled fighters and were the very attendants Darrell Huntington planned to take with him to Lopez's river.
Their original plan was to kill their target and then leave immediately.
As a precaution for the journey, each one carried a box of hidden weapons and a dagger.
Nine hundred and fifty meters!
The bodyguards charged forth and soon appeared at the entrance.
Before them stood a man.
The man wore a duckbill cap, hands clasped behind his back, head slightly bowed.
"Take him out!"
As a longtime confidant of Darrell Huntington, he was well aware of the importance of tonight.
