Wilbur returned to his room amidst Monica''sints, locking the door shut from the inside this time.


    After all, any regr man would find it hard to hold back from such a sexy woman like Monica.


    If she were to visit once more, Wilbur''s mental defense might not hold up as strongly as it had before.


    Wilbur copsed onto his bed, falling asleep once more with the expectation of sleeping till morning. Yet not long after, another ominous feeling woke him up.


    The feeling was nothing like what he had sensed when Monica showed up to seduce him, but one of actual danger!


    Wilbur crept up to his window and lifted a corner of the curtains. There were two luxury cars pulled up in the parking lot across from the inn. Their engines were turned off, but their lights were still on.


    At the same time, a series of footsteps could be heard downstairs.


    Upon realizing this, Wilbur got up and snuck over to the corner before the staircase leading downstairs. He could hear two people whispering among each other, seeming to be ransacking the ce.


    "Have you found it?"


    "No!"


    "Should we search the girls'' room? We can kidnap them and interrogate them if we still can''t find it by then!"


    "Cut the bullshit! The higher-ups are involved in this now! They''ve ordered us toe back here in secret to collect evidence and not make a big deal out of it! Are you trying to screw us over? We''re under orders by the special department here!"


    The two men continued bickering among themselves as they ransacked the drawer at the counter on the first floor.


    It seemed like they were unable to find what they were after, and the two men nced at the stairs before shing a gesture at each other and beginning to feel their way upstairs.


    Wilbur retracted his aura then, following behind the two men in secret.


    After all, there were four women asleep on this floor. They would not be able to


    fight back in the slightest if these two burly men decided to take them out the hard way.


    Wilbur did not know who either of the men were, or who the people waiting outside the inn were either.


    Even Lacey and Eliana had no idea that their greed had gotten them into huge trouble with a powerful, terrible force!


    At the same time, over in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Wencoven, a middle-aged Dashan man was tied to a wooden cross. He was covered in blood, looking in a sorry state.


    It was clear that he had been tortured, which caused him to look this way.


    A Western man with a hooked nose and a murderous expression stood in front of him, holding a whip.


    "Mister Losa!"


    "I hope you''ve been telling the truth. If we don''t find what we want on your daughter, you won''t live to see the sun tomorrow. Don''t worry, though! We''re not going to kill your family. They''ll just be sold off to another country and forced to make a living with their bodies!"


    The man with the hooked nose stared murderously at Fox Losa, the Dashan man tied to the pole.