A muffled thud.
Arlo Yarbrough's palm chopped at the bodyguard's neck.
The bodyguard, cigarette in mouth, collapsed to the ground.
After a whistle, Dirk Carter, Luna, Ewan Forrest, Rose Forrest, and others jumped in one after another.
Following the plan discussed outside the door, they scattered.
It wasn't long.
More bodyguards were taken down.
The main gate of the resort was opened by Ewan Forrest and Rose Forrest.
More people waiting outside quietly snuck in.
At the same time.
In the surveillance room of the resort.
The guard, watching the monitor, was dozing off.
An arm slipped.
The whole person staggered, instantly becoming alert.
Casually glancing at the screen, his eyes widened suddenly.
He saw a large number of people sneaking in through the gate, and his heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to pick up the phone on the desk, he heard a crash as the door to the surveillance room was kicked open from the outside.
In the urgency of the moment.
He pressed the red button on the desk.
After doing this, he was subdued.
Beep, beep, beep...
The alarm system installed in the manor went off.
Outside Benson Caldwell's bedroom, in the living room, The Leopard Cat, fully clothed, lay on the sofa resting. Hearing the alarm, her eyes snapped open, and she sprang up from the sofa.
She immediately saw Dirk Carter bursting in.
"Who are you?"
The Leopard Cat asked coldly.
"Dirk Carter."
Dirk Carter replied with a slight smile.
The Leopard Cat was stunned, knowing that Dirk Carter should be at the port for anti-smuggling operations. Why was he suddenly here?
There was no time to think further.
Enemies don't come with good intentions.
The Leopard Cat rushed at Dirk Carter like an arrow.
Dirk Carter sneered coldly, saying, "Courting death."
He swiftly moved to meet her.
Both threw punches.
According to Dirk Carter's plan, his punch should have been unavoidable for The Leopard Cat.
Nobody expected this woman's speed to be faster. Just as the fist was about to hit her face, she quickly ducked, and Dirk Carter's punch hit nothing above her head.
But The Leopard Cat's fist landed heavily on Dirk Carter's abdomen.
He staggered several steps before steadying himself.
The pain in his lower abdomen spread, even causing Dirk Carter to frown tightly.
"Heh, trash."
The Leopard Cat smirked coldly.
"Yo, a wild colt, huh?"
Dirk Carter murmured.
Just as he was about to continue attacking.
A hand landed on his shoulder, saying, "You're not her match, let me take over!"
Dirk Carter turned and saw Arlo Yarbrough already flexing his wrists.
Not trying to be a hero, he said, "If you like, it's yours."
Arlo Yarbrough didn't hesitate.
Teased, "Can't beat her, huh? Then leave it to me. You hurry up and find Benson Caldwell."
Dirk Carter gave him a thumbs up, saying, "All these years, you're useful only today."
"After this fight, you'll owe me another thousand bucks?"
"When did I owe you a thousand bucks?"
"Isn't this chick worth a thousand bucks?" Arlo Yarbrough retorted.
The two chatted as if no one was around.
The Leopard Cat seemed to feel deeply insulted.
Could no longer control her temper.
With a loud shout, "Courting death!
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