127 Flesh And Blood

Bryan went home directly. Once his tall, black metal gates were closed and as soon as he was able to pull into a stop, he immediately got out of the car and hurriedly opened the trunk. Anthon instantly crawled out of a thick, tarpaulin sheet, drenched with his profuse sweat.

"How is it? " Bryan actually asked how did it feel to be in a closed compartment. But Anthon was not in the mood to joke around. He did not even care that for few hours, he was like a piece of toast inside a burning oven.

"Successful! " He smirked as he checked the tiny video camcorder in his hand.

"Good. " Bryan felt relieved.

"We are going to use this if needed. "

Anthon assured him that as much as possible, they would not create a stir, especially the media.

After few exchanges of ideas, Bryan went out with a different car to drop Anthon inside a hotel's premises. From there, Anthon hired a private car to bring him home.