The outskirts of the small town, the partygoers at the farm were startled awake by the alarm.
The bald man with squinted eyes jumped up from the couch, frantically searching with both hands but unable to find his phone.
He didn't think too much of it, assuming it was just misplaced somewhere during the previous wild partying.
More worried about the source of the alarm, he hurried out the door, not caring about his still confused companions.
As soon as he stepped outside, the bald man saw two young men, pale-faced, running down from the second-floor staircase.
One of them stuttered as he called out:
"Boss! It's bad!"
"Outside the villa... lots of black leather cars!"
"We, we are surrounded!"
Hearing this, the bald man nearly blacked out for a few seconds before he snapped back to reality and rushed to the cloakroom.
"I'm just on vacation with the brothers, how could this attract so many black leathers!"
"Could it be Three sold me out?"
