The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert

Chapter 971 - 978: A Clean Sweep

Soon, several men arrived outside a bedroom. One of them listened closely for a moment, then gestured to his companions. The others immediately understood and took a few steps back.

Then, one of the men suddenly rushed forward, slamming his shoulder against the door. With a loud ’bang’, the bedroom door broke open. Taking advantage of this moment, the men filed in quickly and rushed inside.

However, the bedroom was pitch black, with not a soul in sight, only a neatly made bed and a few tables and chairs.

Seeing this, the men exchanged confused glances. They had clearly heard sounds coming from this direction earlier, so why was there no one here? Could they have heard wrong?

"Search carefully," one man insisted, unwilling to give up. If only one of them had misheard, it might be understandable, but they had all heard it. Something was definitely wrong in this bedroom.

Immediately, the men lifted the bed in the room and saw the empty space beneath it. They opened the wardrobe doors, meticulously inspecting everything. But after searching the entire bedroom, they found nothing.

At this point, one man’s gaze was suddenly drawn to something under the tables and chairs.

"What’s that?"

Curious, the men gathered around, examining it carefully.

"Is this... a speaker?"

"Seems like it."

Upon realizing there was a speaker under the tables and chairs, the men’s expressions changed slightly, quickly piecing it together. It was the speaker that had been making noise earlier. But why would someone place a speaker here?

"Be careful! It’s a trap!"

With a flash of insight, one man reacted swiftly, shouting, "Retreat!"

At their comrade’s warning, the men didn’t hesitate at all, immediately turning to rush out of the bedroom. But before they could get through the door, there was a deafening ’bang’.

The speaker under the tables and chairs exploded instantly. Several men who were facing away stumbled forward, falling heavily to the floor, their backs bloody and torn, covered in sharp blades and screws.

"What’s going on?"

At that moment, other men who had been searching nearby hurried over. As soon as they entered, they saw their comrades lying in a pool of blood, their fates uncertain.

"Who’s there? Come out!"

But besides the few of them, there was no one else in the bedroom.

"Boss, what do we do now?"

The leading man thought for a moment and then decisively ordered, "Retreat! We don’t have time to waste here."

After hearing the leader’s command, everyone immediately headed towards the bedroom door without a second thought. However, just as the leader was stepping out, a strong wind swept in. Before he could react, a dark figure swiftly appeared in his line of sight.

Bang!

With a dull thud, the leader’s head snapped back, and he fell to the ground. His comrades looked carefully and saw that his forehead was swollen with a bump, surrounded by bruises. At the doorway, there was an iron ball as big as a fist.

"Who’s there?"

Seeing their comrade knocked unconscious by the iron ball, everyone immediately became alert, watching the bedroom door for any sign of the enemy.

But outside the bedroom was pitch black, with no lights, nothing visible. Seeing this, the leader said, "You, and you two, go check it out."

The three men selected dared not be careless, cautiously moving toward the outside. Soon, their silhouettes disappeared into the pitch-black darkness.

In no time, two minutes had passed, and the others stayed in the bedroom, waiting patiently. But so much time had passed, and still no response from their comrades.

"Boss, do you think something’s happened to them?" one man asked worriedly.

"Let’s go check together," the leader replied. He also sensed something was amiss. He knew his team well, and if they hadn’t reported back after two minutes, something was definitely wrong.

With that, led by the leader, the group headed outside the bedroom. Soon, they reached the top of the stairs on the second floor.

"Hurry, downstairs!"

Following their leader, everyone quickly descended the stairs, heading toward the living room. But just as the crowd stepped onto the staircase, there came a shrill ’creak’ from below.

"What’s that?" They exchanged looks of confusion.

Creak!

The bottom of the staircase emitted another piercing sound.

"Not good!" At this point, someone finally realized, urgently shouting, "Get down quickly."

Unfortunately, the warning came a moment too late. Just as his words fell, and before anyone could react, the floor vanished beneath them as the entire staircase collapsed.

In an instant, over ten men fell in a heap, surrounded by the debris of the stairs.

At the same time, the lights in the living room flashed on, and a group of men in full gear rushed in from all sides, wielding long iron rods and striking ruthlessly at the group.

No matter how skilled those men were, they couldn’t withstand the barrage of sticks. In no time, the crowd was full of cries of pain and pleas for mercy.

"Stop!"

At this moment, a voice rang out, and the people around immediately withdrew their rods, stepping aside. Then, a man stepped forward, holding a metal bucket, and poured the liquid inside over the group. Instantly, a strong stench filled the room.

"Tie them all up," a Caucasian man in the crowd ordered.

"Who dares!" At this point, despite the pain, the leader stood up swiftly, glaring at the Caucasian man, "Brothers, let’s break out together."

"Still trying to escape?" the Caucasian man sneered, "I see you have a death wish." With that, he took out a lighter from his pocket and said to the man, "Go ahead, take a step forward and see what happens. Do you believe I’ll turn you into a human barbecue?"

It was only then that the man realized the strong smell of gasoline emanating from him.

"You..." The man gritted his teeth, faced with the Caucasian man’s provocation. He hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose to submit. At this point, resisting any longer would only be detrimental to himself. While he was following orders for someone else, there was no need to sacrifice his own life so lightly.

Seeing the group become subdued, the Caucasian man nodded in satisfaction and waved, "Tie them all up and wait for the boss to deal with them."

"Yes."

The group of suited men responded and immediately proceeded to tie up everyone present, binding them tightly.