On the screen of the remote control, a small green dot was flashing, indicating the location of the tracker.
But now, that little green dot kept moving.
"This..." the woman also saw this scene and immediately cried out in surprise.
Arthur Baker, of course, knew something had gone wrong and hurriedly looked over to Nigel Clegg's hospital bed.
But as he looked, his heart sank.
The hospital bed was empty; there was no sign of Nigel Clegg!
At the same time, he felt a chill on his neck.
A sharp surgical knife was pressed against his throat.
"You had better not move," a cold voice came from behind him. "The effects of my anesthesia should not have worn off yet. So, I apologize if my hand isn't steady enough to hold the knife."
Arthur Baker truly didn't dare to move at all.
And the woman beside him could only stare in terror at Nigel Clegg, who was standing behind them at some point they hadn't noticed.
They had been facing the hospital bed the whole time.
