"Let's begin!" The man with the small, narrow eyes put on his gloves and walked to the side of the bed.
He turned and looked at Michael Gallagher, his face expressing shock.
"You... dressed up like this, really planning to help me?"
Michael was wearing a white coat, gloves, and a hat, and with Xavier Gallagher's glasses on his face, the man with small, narrow eyes mistook him for Xavier Gallagher.
Michael didn't say a word, and pointed to the door outside.
"Fine, you go ahead, we'll take care of the rest." The man with small, narrow eyes reluctantly smiled.
Michael quickly stepped out of the room, bumping into a man coming in.
He was a member of the man with small, narrow eyes' gang. Seeing Michael, the man furrowed his eyebrows, and as they brushed past each other, he sternly ordered: "Stop!"
Michael didn't stop.
The man sensed something was wrong, but it was too late.
Michael grabbed the man's arm and hit his neck hard with his elbow. The man grunted and collapsed limply.
