Los Angeles economic war team building.
Outside the dark basement corridor, there was the afterglow of the sun which gradually disappeared on the horizon.
Inside the corridor, there are wisps of smoke that Kurt's cigarette had not completely dissipated.
Those drifting fine smokes corresponded to the remaining afterglow of the setting sun, presenting a special atmosphere in the dim corridor.
Meanwhile, Kurt stood in front of the corridor. He was nonchalantly staring at the surroundings, his fists on both sides were clenched and trembling slightly.
The moment he turned to leave and was about to make a move towards the headquarters.
Russell opened the door of the underground interrogation room and stopped him with the signal from his hand.
Kurt was slightly taken aback, his eyes were half opened, and he had a puzzled expression on his face. "Mr. Bleddy...you are..."