"Men! Take him down!"
In the hall.
Several bodyguards surrounding Logan Johnson instantly advanced, attacking the man.
The Maine Coon in Johnson's arms jumped down to his feet, arching its back and staring at the approaching persons.
Logan Johnson casually finished putting on his last white glove, his handsome face showing no sign of unease or tension.
Clearly, he didn't take these bodyguards seriously at all.
He looked up, his amber eyes fixated in Hugo Hayes's direction, full of sarcasm, "Hugo Hayes, do you really think, with just these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, you can catch me?"
Almost as his last word fell.
The next second.
The attacking bodyguards lay on the ground like dead dogs.
Logan Johnson reached out to the Maine Coon on the ground, and the cat, large in size and with fur black as night, jumped back into his arms with an extremely graceful and light motion.