Hearing this familiar sentence, the bald middle-aged man's face instantly turned ghastly pale. He stared at Locke fiercely. If eyes could kill people, Locke would have been cut into pieces. Although he was angry, he didn't take action rashly. Instead, he and the masked middle-aged man looked for the hidden strong around them.
"It seems that I still have to leave it to you." After mocking the two middle-aged men, Locke turned around gently and sighed at the attic in the distance.
The masked middle-aged man hurriedly followed Locke's sight. When he saw the cool and gorgeous young girl with a few strands of hair fluttering in the wind on the top of the attic, he could not help but take a deep breath.