Sensing the murderous intent emanating from Rosalie, the waitress, Quieva, could no longer speak. She knelt on the ground and gritted her teeth.
"She's an ordinary person. She didn't know anything and was manipulated by others," Jacob spoke up for her.
"Who's Seibert? Where is he now? Bring us to him," Rosalie ordered coldly.
"No... I..."
"Either you die here, or you can bring us over to him. As for what you should do after you see him, you should know that well. We're the Interpol, and Seibert is a drug lord. If you won't obey our orders, you're going to be considered an accomplice," Jacob explained.
"Ah... He's a drug dealer?" Quieva's face turned another shade paler. She was so scared out of her wits that she burst out crying, sobbing, "I, I know nothing. This... This has nothing to do with me. I'm not involved in any of this."