A short while later, the car Dylan was in arrived at the villa and drove inside the gate. Dylan felt a bit confused because no one came out to greet them, which was clearly impossible. The car stopped in front of the house, right by the front door. Dylan, who was still aiming the rifle at the driver, moved to open the door and got out. He made sure the driver raised his hands.
"Hey... d-don't shoot me. I delivered you here didn't I," the driver said.
"I know. Thank you, and I will let you go," Dylan replied.
