Suddenly I feel the atmosphere above us is so tense, the smell of blood hangs over, my heart is racing, I don't know what's going on, but I think a problem is happening right now.
As I had expected, several men came into the room; they were Mr. Philip, Mr. Bona, and Mr. Hans. I could hear their panting.
"What is it!" I frowned and immediately walked towards them.
From afar, their faces looked pale; after I walked and we were only a meter apart, I could tell their faces were very scary as if they had just seen an angel of death; their breath was almost as thin as a thread.
When they told us the news, his voice seemed to catch in his throat.
"Someone was killed! Someone was killed!" Mr. Hans' body trembled.
"Who died! Where is the body!" This cannot be tolerated!; if this is indeed the act of Tiffany and her group, then this action must be prevented immediately. "What is it, and where is the body!" I asked again and immediately stood in front of Mr. Hans.