Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 796 - 509: New Hall Rules [09] The Real Show Is Just Beginning (Part 3)

"There’s a secret passage on the second floor?"

Following closely behind Amy Mansfield upstairs, Agent Loughton restrained his expression and asked darkly.

Amy glanced at him, saying, "I don’t know. Maybe."

This was as good as saying nothing.

The three meals every day were brought down from the second floor; although there were no delivery marks, they were all in takeout packaging. It was unlikely that a cook had been hired specifically, so it could only have come from outside.

People on the first floor had no idea, but the takeout coming from the second floor certainly proves that there’s a secret passage leading in and out of the villa on the second floor.

Now, Rosie Sullivan letting Agent Loughton upstairs further confirmed this point.

Of course, Agent Loughton wasn’t going upstairs to leave; he aimed to — stop Rosie Sullivan from publicly revealing his sins.

— Even though he wasn’t 100% sure that Nora Scott had something on him that he didn’t want others to know.

But, he couldn’t take the risk on this matter.

The two of them smoothly reached the second floor, arriving at the corridor.

Rosie had been waiting at the doorway.

As they drew near, Agent Loughton suddenly struck, directly attacking Rosie with moves as swift as the wind, even stunning the somewhat skilled Amy, who couldn’t react at all.

Amy quickly stepped up to confront him.

However, the gap in battle experience proved that neither Rosie nor Amy was a match for Agent Loughton!

Agent Loughton fought one against two, not falling behind at all, but instead, his every move hit their vulnerabilities, gradually overpowering them.

At this moment —

"Why not take the time to escape?"

A lazy voice from Nora Scott suddenly came from the study door.

Agent Loughton, without even glancing, snorted coldly and expressionlessly aimed a deadly strike at Rosie.

Seeing this, Nora Scott couldn’t help admiring such a stubborn elder. After a second, she rotated the bamboo flute in her hand, gently triggered a mechanism, and a silver needle flew out straight, piercing Agent Loughton’s arm.

With a sharp pain in the arm, Agent Loughton instinctively eased up his strength, saving Rosie from danger.

Agent Loughton glanced at his arm, initially thinking it was something dreadful. Seeing it was just a silver needle, he immediately sneered, mocking, "Hmph, such a low-level hidden weapon —"

Before he finished his words, he felt his arm gradually losing strength.

Nora Scott played with the bamboo flute in hand, leaning against the door frame, explaining unhurriedly, "It’s poisoned."

Not just any poison.

Precisely, it’s a specially formulated anesthetic.

It’s something Fátima had specially concocted by a chemical weapons expert from their team, not lethal, but sufficient to incapacitate an adult for a while. Afterwards, the drug can be broken down by the body without a trace, but during this time, it’s enough to tie him up multiple times and package him off to the police station.

It’s much more reliable than randomly found biological toxins in the wild, which, if mishandled, could cause a life-threatening situation and rush to the hospital for treatment, which Nora Scott actually doesn’t dare to casually use.

— One can say, knowledge changes fate.

"..."

Agent Loughton’s face gradually turned pale.

Because the feeling of powerlessness and numbness had already spread from his arm to his shoulder, showing its rapid pace.

Seeing Agent Loughton no longer dared to act, Amy and Rosie’s crisis was resolved. They exchanged glances and simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

Nora Scott raised an eyebrow, instructing, "Tie him up, toss him down."

"Sure."

Subsequently, Fátima appeared and tossed a bundle of rope to the two of them, clapping her hands.

"Yes."

Accepting the rope, the duo responded in unison.

...

Ten minutes later, Agent Loughton had been bound, barefoot on one foot, with his old, smelly sock stuffed in his mouth, his eyes watering from the stench, but with an indifferent expression, he was led downstairs by Amy.

Seeing this situation, the elders approached with schadenfreude.

Without waiting for them to ask, Amy explained, "Agent Loughton didn’t want to leave; he just found an excuse to get close to Rosie and the Hall Master, intending to threaten them not to publicize his crimes."

The elders: ???

So, even the most skilled among them got subdued?!

And —

Seeing Agent Loughton’s pathetic state, they felt indescribable.

Seven days unwashed, stinky socks...

The elders collectively took a step back.

Meanwhile, the broadcast kicked in timely: "Next, we will reveal the crimes of Agent Loughton. Not to elaborate on anything else, just the most serious one. — Harming fellow members."

Rosie Sullivan told a story.

A story closely linked with each elder present.

Someone suspected there was a mole in the operation.

But, there was no evidence to prove it, nor any traces of a mole.

On hearing this, the elders immediately burst into anger, including Elder Zhang, all glaring furiously at Agent Loughton.

— It’s him?!

"The elite subordinates of several elders perished. Master Vaughn didn’t want to let it go, secretly investigating, and after three years, now has an answer —" Rosie’s tone was also tinged with anger, "Three years ago, Agent Loughton’s teacher — Elder Double, soon to retire, because he lacked proud elite troops, wanted to balance the power, so he plotted this plan — delivering information of the members executing the tasks at that time through Agent Loughton to the organization they investigated. Elder Double planned, Agent Loughton executed."

Agent Loughton, whose body couldn’t move, closed his eyes in despair upon hearing this.

Even without seeing, he could feel those murderous glances.

"You traitor! Harming fellow members, how could you be so heartless?!"

"Are you human at all?! My grandson even calls you ’teacher’ in everyday life! And yet you coldly harmed him?!"

"It turned out to be you! You!"

...

The elders, driven by fury, rushed to beat Agent Loughton to death, and an elderly one passed out from the rage.

The scene turned into utter chaos.

And, no matter how brutally the elders beat him, it couldn’t quell the hatred in their hearts.

Elder Zhang, with blood rushing to his head, clenched and unclenched his fists, observing the chaotic scene, and silently turned around, walking to the table to pick up the new hall rules, signed his name with a flourish.

Then, he picked up one of the briefcases and walked step by step towards the door.

The iron gates and windows were successively removed, the lock clicked open.

He pushed, the door opened, and light streamed into the ransacked living room.

...

Second-floor study.

Nora Scott nestled in the wicker chair, glanced down and saw Elder Zhang leaving.

As if sensing it, Elder Zhang paused at the iron gate, looked up suddenly, and his gaze met Nora Scott’s.

Nora Scott slowly curled her lips into a smile.

Three seconds later, Elder Zhang nodded at her, withdrew his gaze.

Left.

Nora Scott twirled the bamboo flute with her fingers, her eyes smiling even more.

— The real drama is just about to start.