Kaelyn Pittman lowered her head in fear.
Christopher Gray spoke, "Follow her these days."
Kaelyn nodded, "Understood."
"Report to me immediately if there's any situation." Christopher took a sip of tea, put down his teacup, and stood up.
Kaelyn kept her head down until Christopher reached in front of her, only then did she take a step forward.
On the first basement level of the Crescent Lounge, there was a large warehouse and garage. As the elevator door opened, rows of world-famous motorcycles appeared before their eyes.
Christopher opened the door of a cluttered warehouse. Inside, there were several men tied to chairs, soaked from head to toe and looking barely alive.
The guards greeted respectfully, "Mr. Gray."
Christopher scoffed, looking at the men, "Still not willing to talk?"
The guard shook his head.
"Seems like I have to do it myself."