Seeing that it was about time, L looked at Charles and instructed, "Call the police."


    Her demeanor was noble, like a queen.


    She couldn''t be bothered to kill Antolin herself because it wasn''t worth it.


    Charles was no longer surprised by L''s orders.


    He was willing to serve L.


    Someone in the audience spoke up, "Everyone, call the police. Let this scum get the punishment he deserves."


    Originally, Antolin thought he could escape by denying everything, but the murder charge had already been pinned on him. He knew the Harrison Group was truly ruined by his hands, so he decided to run. He came down from the stage and ran towards the door.


    Someone shouted, "Antolin is trying to escape; catch him."


    Some security guards ran over, seemingly to stop him.


    L watched Antolin flee and sneered.


    She thought, ''Today, Antolin can''t get away.''


    However, the door was opened, and Charles''s bodyguards were nowhere to be seen. Antolin opened the door and ran out.


    L turned her head to look at Charles. "Where are your men?"


    Charles was also confused. "What''s going on?"


    L looked away. Fortunately, she had made preparations and had Violet and Matthew wait at the conference door.


    Just as she was about to take out her phone, she saw a message from Matthew: [Someone has taken away Antolin. I suspect he''s trying to escape. I followed him and activated the tracker. You can track him.] L gripped her phone tightly, squinting at the message.


    She then looked at Goy, signaling him, and ran out.


    Goy received the signal and hurriedly followed.


    Charles and Burl hadn''t even reacted before Goy was already out of sight.


    L pulled Goy into the car. Goy wanted to drive, but L snatched the keys. "I''ll drive."


    With that, she got into the driver''s seat, started the car, hit the gas, and took off.


    The car sped away like an arrow, kicking up a cloud of dust.


    Goy sat in the passenger seat, shocked by what he was seeing.


    He didn''t expect L to be able to drive.


    He had never seen such a domineering L; her aura was exactly like Sylvester''s.


    L couldn''t care less about Goy''s inner thoughts and focused solely on heading to the location Matthew had sent.


    On the mountain road, the modified military jeep was speeding.


    Antolin, with his hands tied, sat in the back seat, looking terrified. "Who are you? I have never offended you. Why are you kidnapping me?"


    His voice was already trembling.


    In the passenger seat, Alvin took off his sunsses, stared at Antolin through the rearview mirror, and said in a low voice, "Never? Have you already forgotten me? Antolin, my brother-inw." The term brother-inw was filled with sarcasm.


    Antolin''s skin crawled, and his eyes widened. "You''re Alvin?"


    He looked into the rearview mirror, where Alvin was ring at him menacingly.


    Antolin was so scared he wet himself.


    Alvin''s subordinate in the back smelled it and pped him. "How dare you piss in the car."


    It was purely an uncontroble physiological reaction.


    Even pped, Antolin didn''t darein. Judging by the situation, he knew that Alvin must have found out everything. So he begged for mercy, "Alvin, it was my fault. I..." "Enough, save it."


    At this moment, the subordinate driving nced in the rearview mirror at the car following closely behind, a fierce look shing in his eyes." Arnold, hold on tight."