Old Seven rubbed his hands together and chuckles: "I'll go first, and then it's your turn after I'm done. We need someone watching outside, otherwise, we won't know when the boss is back, just like last time!"
"Old Seven, hurry up! We let you go first because you're the boss's cousin. Don't waste time like before, getting on a woman and never wanting to leave. We're waiting too!"
Old Seven laughed: "Don't worry, I'll look out for you guys! But I have to lock the door, so you can't come in and ruin my mood. Even if the boss comes back, he'll have to wait for me to finish!"
Helen Blair listened to their foul language with anger in her heart.
The two men outside laughed, joking about how Old Seven was so bold as to defy even the boss. Old Seven hummed proudly before turning around to lock the door. He thought Helen was unconscious, so he didn't bother guarding against her.
Helen knew the structure of the door lock; from inside, locking it would prevent it from being opened.