Sam believes his skills and intelligence are in no way inferior to Huangfu Jue, and he has always hoped that one day he will be formally recognized by his father and appear in front of everyone as the son of Barton.
By then, he will definitely show that man what kind of man Sam Barton is.
Thinking about his triumphant deanor at that ti, Sam smiled with pride.
At this very mont, Sam is unaware that the man he is talking about is only a few hundred ters away from him.
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Outside the office building.
Huangfu Jue agilely climbed over the courtyard fence, connected the prepared signal jamr to the surveillance cara lens, raised his left hand with two fingers to signal to continue, then swiftly flashed out and arrived at the foot of the office building, pressing against the wall.
Three of his subordinates followed him, each covering their position.
Raising both hands, Huangfu Jue pointed to the other side’s exit, indicating for them to split up.
Thus, the four separated again, with two subordinates heading to the right exit, while Huangfu Jue and one subordinate moved to the left exit.
At the exit, two soldiers clutching guns stood guard. The pair moved silently, each sneaked up one on either side, and promptly stood up, covering each soldier’s mouth and nose, dragging them into the shadows.
Accompanied by two light sounds of bones being crushed, the two soldiers were dealt with.
Leaping forward, Huangfu Jue cautiously entered the lobby, glancing around before quickly heading towards the staircase.
No one was in the first-floor lobby. As the two reached the second floor, a staff mber working overti yawned and walked out of an office.
Huangfu Jue and his subordinate respectfully retreated to one side, hiding themselves.
As the person approached, he suddenly extended his arm, pinned them against the wall, while his subordinate vigilantly scanned the surroundings.
Huangfu Jue grasped the person’s neck with one hand and thrust a handgun into his mouth with the other, suppressing his tongue to prevent him from calling out.
"Where is Sam?" he asked in a low, demanding tone.
The staff mber was an office worker, suddenly grabbed, his mind was scared into a brief shutdown, looking at him with a bewildered expression, montarily unable to react.
Huangfu Jue tightened his grip, and the man’s neck bones made a light sound under the pressure. Realizing the threat of death, the staff mber’s face imdiately showed a look of horror.
Huangfu Jue’s fingers tightened further, "Speak quickly!"
The man couldn’t speak, only tremblingly raised a finger, pointing upward, indicating that Sam was upstairs.
"Which floor?"
The office worker shakily extended four fingers.
"Where is the child he brought?"
The office worker shook his head, making a muffled sound from his mouth.
Raising his hand, he pulled out a dagger from his body, placed it against the man’s throat, and slowly withdrew the gun from his mouth.
"Don’t make a sound, or I’ll kill you imdiately!"
The office worker eagerly nodded. When his mouth was free of the gun, he imdiately whispered, "I... I only know they brought back a kid, I truly don’t know where they locked him up!"
Hearing the icy chill emanating from Huangfu Jue, the man hastily added.
"Please don’t kill , I really don’t know, I beg... I beg you!"
The hand holding the dagger suddenly exerted force, the sharp blade slashing through the man’s throat bone.
At this ti, Huangfu Jue was already in a towering rage, how could there be any room for rcy?
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