Chapter 8 Breaking His Legs

As the voice rang out, a man in his forties wearing the uniform of the Inspectorate, accompanied by several inspectors, briskly entered the blood collection room. Crew, observing the bodyguards sprawled on the ground, hesitated visibly for a moment. In the presence of the newcomer, Sally, she clung to a glimmer of hope and shouted desperately, as if clinging to a lifeline. "Mr. Doyle! Mr. Doyle, she's going to kill me! Quickly arrest her! Execute her, shoot her!" Perhaps influenced by Sally's words, Crew, upon entering the room, abruptly drew a weapon from his waist, pointing its ominous barrel directly at Camelia's head. Peter and the others turned pale at the sight of the gun. Carter's voice turned icy as he spoke, "Kill her, I will handle the rest." Yet, in the face of the weapon that could fire at any moment, Camelia's face remained lightly smiling. "Crew, when I walked out of Se