The foreign guy leading the pack was tall and intimidating. His golden hair was tied up in a braid at the back of his head, and he wore a mask.
"I'm just here for the girl in the car," he said. "No offense meant earlier, my bad."
"What do you want with the girl?" Carl couldn't help but ask, looking at the twenty or so guys. "Who sent you?"
"Sorry, we can't say." A few guys pulled out weapons, pointing them at Carl.
Romeo stood there, a small smile on his face. "So all these guys are here to snatch my fiancée? Do you think so little of me? Just this many guys to snatch my fiancée?"
A hint of murderous intent flashed in the foreign guy's eyes.
"I'll give you guys some time to call for backup." Romeo casually glanced at his watch. "Five minutes enough?"
The foreign guy was completely provoked.
"Don't think just because you're Romeo, I won't dare to touch you!"