As Michael was speaking, a stray bullet burst silently above Lakeview Scenery Manor, and in an instant, a white mist spread across its sky, then vanished without a trace.
In the living room, Clive was still deep in thought, and Michael glanced at the time, "No rush, our car will reach Leaf County in thirty minutes; His Majesty can still consider," he said, then collapsed onto the sofa to rest.
On the computer monitor, Ned Mamet's body was clearly covered in bloody whip marks.
"Ned."
"It's nothing, Audrey, just consider it as being bitten by a dog."
"Ned."
"Hey, I'm not dead yet, why are you crying? Clive, keep an eye on your wife, use this half-hour to gather your strength, and later fly out of this cage. Don't worry about me or Atkinson and the others."
Hearing this, Michael, who had closed his eyes to rest, curled his lips into a contemptuous smile.
Ten minutes later.
