Chapter 331: Come play with me, this poor wretch! (3 more updates)

Carl Stephens glared resentfully at Len Hawthorne, his whole body emanating a wicked and fascinating aura.

He's far from being the upright Team Captain of the Slaughter Squad.

As his elder, Carl had the misfortune of fighting and losing to Len.

The disgrace was open for all to see.

If he surrendered now, what would his followers think?

"Regardless, let the others outside search," he ordered.

They couldn't go out; they could only communicate via their mobile phones.

Len Hawthorne watched their every move closely.

He didn't stop them.

To enter, one must have the ability.

"Captain Hawthorne, what do you want from us?"

"We ask for your cooperation in the investigation," Len pointed to a spot nearby. "Does the Stephens Family not know that the Fisher Family has been secretly dealing with the witches from Western Europe? We have reason to suspect that your family has secretly reached an agreement with the Fishers or joined forces with them."