There were about seven or eight bodyguards in the living room, holding daggers in their hands, which emitted a chilling gleam under the dim light.
Wilder Pauly, Kate Sharon, and Blake Fuller, who were fighting with them, showed no signs of inferiority in their combat skills.
The Bluetooth communication earpieces they were wearing had all been removed to prevent them from calling for reinforcements.
Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, with the stormy rain drowning out any cries for help.
Soon, the group of bodyguards was clearly overwhelmed. Facing the fierce attacks of the other three, they had no power to resist and had to change from their initial offense to a desperate defense.
"Fuck!"
One of the burly men had a swollen, battered face, and his eyes fell on a chair.
With a hideous expression, he lifted the chair and smashed it down at Blake Fuller, "Damn, you guys are undercover!"