Listening to Wendy Linden's cheerful voice, Summer Shawcross paused for a moment, still said a word.
"Thank you."
...
In the afternoon.
A suburban abandoned residential area.
Several cars drove in grandly and finally stopped in front of a certain abandoned dilapidated house.
As soon as the cars stopped, several tall, burly men got out and went straight to the door of the house, reaching out to knock on the door.
But after knocking for a while, no one came to open the door.
"It doesn't seem like there's anyone inside, right?" One of the men glanced at the dilapidated house and couldn't help but say.
"Nonsense, our boss said, Miss Linden said there's someone inside, so there is! If we can't get this done for her, we won't get paid!" Another man glanced at him and cursed.
Then he continued to knock on the door.
After knocking for a while, the door finally opened, but only a small gap.
