Southern Los Angeles, inside an abandoned factory.
Luo An's nose had always been sensitive, the moment he smelled the scent of blood, he discreetly prepared for battle.
Next to him, Zachary was still boasting loudly, continuing to walk a few steps forward, when the female bodyguard, Sofia, noticed something was amiss and quickly reached out to stop them both.
Zachary frowned:
"What's wrong?"
"There's the smell of blood!"
Sofia waved her hand to signal Zachary to stay behind her, then she took out a pistol and proceeded cautiously with a guard stance.
Luo An glanced at Sofia with interest, then hurriedly took out his pistol and followed behind Zachary, impatiently whispering:
"What's going on? Why so many complications today? Are you guys even professionals?"
"..."
Hearing Luo An's complaints, Zachary looked embarrassed, not knowing what to say.
Could it be because he tipped less last time after playing games and exercising, that his luck had been worse recently?
