"Arrgh!" Jock appeared in the flash of light. He was sweating furiously as he looked around the fancy-looking room.
The room clearly belonged to a female occupant, judging by the female touch in the decor.
"Who the fuck was he?" He gritted his teeth hatefully and rushed out of the room. To his surprise, the nearby doors also swung open.
Miguel and Leroy, looking beaten and bruised, walked out of the room with frightened expressions.
It looked like they saw a ghost.
"Miguel, Leroy?!" Jock exclaimed. He had a hunch that Leroy got killed too, but Miguel shocked him the most.
"Jock... Miguel." Leroy looked stunned, and then he touched his throat. His hand trembled as he still remembered the sight of a black blade moving through his throat in slow motion.