About twenty meters from here, he was certain that the area was teeming with ambushes, and any carelessness would turn it into a hornet's nest.
"Hurry up!" The man holding the wooden rifle commanded from behind.
Kevin Cliff glanced back with a cold gleam, and the man was already too scared to be so aggressive, his tone much weaker, "The boss is getting anxious."
Kevin Cliff started walking again, pulling the decoy brought along behind him into the villa.
...
Inside the house, a monster and Ethan were in a standoff.
"Who do you think is prettier, your Charlotte Green or me?"
"Of course my Charlotte Green is prettier, who do you think you are!"
"You..." the monster was frustrated, "Fine! Does she have more money, or do I have more money?"
"It doesn't matter if Charlotte Green doesn't have money, my daddy will take care of her!"