After a while, the sound of arguing from downstairs began to subside until it was gone.
Larry Scott prepared to close his eyes again.
There must have been some trouble downstairs, but it seemed to be over.
The defense in the East District was solid, so he was not worried.
But just as he was about to close his eyes and drift back to sleep, a violent noise suddenly came from downstairs.
The sound was like something, smashing against the heavy door of the Scott family, creating a loud bang.
Following that, another thunderous noise erupted.
Larry abruptly sat up in bed.
His sharp eyes narrowed in danger,
That last sound, if he wasn't mistaken, must have been the Amethyst at the entrance of the Scott residence falling onto the marble floor and shattering into pieces.
Countless possibilities and strategies swiftly passed through Larry's mind.
At this time, who would dare to forcefully enter the Scott residence?
He squinted his eyes, got up, and put on his clothes.
