Curtis nodded, "Alright."


    Just then, Zachary drove back in. After parking, he walked over and nodded at Curtis and James, "Curtis, James."


    Zachary couldn''t bring himself to meet James''s gaze, keeping his head slightly bowed, looking a bit on edge.


    Curtis nced at Zachary and asked, "That woman from earlier, did you find out anything about her?"


    Zachary shook his head, "No, she didn''t seem too keen on being disturbed. I think she was just here for a quickmission today."


    Curtis could see that. A group of foreigners was approaching, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he waved his hand, "Got it, you can go now."


    Zachary nodded, noticing the aggressive bunch approaching, and quickly made his exit.


    Once Zachary was gone, Curtis whispered some instructions into the mic on his cor.


    Cruz, the leader, strode over, exuding hostility, with five or six tall guys trailing behind him. He pointed a finger at James and spoke in clumsy English, "You dare to cheat?"


    James stood with his hands behind his back, just giving Cruz a cool look, enough to send a shiver down Cruz''s spine. And in a sh, Curtis snapped Cruz''s pointing finger.


    "Who said you could point at our James like that?"


    Curtis''s speed caught Cruz and his crew off guard.


    Watching Cruz''s face turn pale, Curtis kept his poker face and then smirked, "You lost fair and square. What? nning to cheat now?"


    Cruz hadn''t expected such a bold move. With his finger throbbing in pain, he whipped out a gun from his waist, "You''re dead."


    The gun was aimed at Curtis, but in a heartbeat, Cruz switched his aim to James. As he pulled the trigger, Curtis''s eyes sharpened.


    But the gunshot never came. James had caught the gun''s barrel, and when he let go, the magazine and frame ttered to the ground.


    Cruz''s expression changed. He''d heard rumors about James''s uncanny knack for dismantling machinery-no matter how intricate, it was like tofu in his hands.


    "By midnight, I expect my stuff back," James said coolly, not sparing Cruz another nce as he got into the car.


    His icy demeanor carried a deadly air.


    Curtis tossed the tissue he used to clean his fingers on the ground, checked his watch, and looked up, his voice equally chilly, "You''ve got two hours to get ready."


    With that, he got into another car.


    In no time, Zachary''s racing team, along with a dozen Shepherd family cars, left the scene in an orderly fashion, leaving Cruz and his crew behind.


    "Emmitt, are we just gonna let this slide?" one of Cruz''s guys asked.


    Cruz''s eyes were chillingly cold as he set his broken finger back in ce, barely showing any pain beyond a slight frown.


    He nced at the magazine on the ground, speaking quietly, "Give them the goods."


    His man looked at him, shocked, "But those materials are crucial for us. If we hand them over, it''ll be tough to exin to the Equipment Bureau!"


    "Not handing it over means we might not leave here alive, right?" Cruz rubbed his temples. He nced at someone in the distance, Andi, "What a letdown, losing to a woman."