"Yes, miss." The middle-aged man bowed respectfully without saying another word. As he was about to turn and leave, he glanced at Fatty.
Around them, the men in black had already surrounded the three of them, leaving no gap. Some helped up their companions lying on the ground, while others walked expressionlessly to Fatty and Helen Meiduo.
"Come with us."
The leader of the men in black had a face like water, his voice cold as an iceberg, carrying an indisputable force. Beside him, several bodyguards had already reached their hands into their jackets. Judging by their stance, it was clear they were holding energy pistols that rendered even the fiercest fists useless.
"What do you want?" The once arrogant Fatty became panic-stricken upon seeing the hands of the men in black near him, and shouted, "Why should I go with you, I won't go!"
