As long as he takes action, Raina North will surely return safely.
Downstairs, after Anya Forrest returned to the apartment, Quinn Thorne did not follow immediately, but stayed behind.
"Just now with Anya here, it wasn’t convenient to ask; who on earth is bold enough to attack the boss?"
"It’s people from The Crimson Blade Hall. But that’s not important. What’s important is the boss suspects there’s a mole in The Dark Tower." The Crimson Blade Hall found Southgate from The Umbral Zone and failed to attack Elias Hawthorne, turning to capture Raina North instead.
Our boss’s identity might have been exposed.
It is precisely because of this that he has to stay here to ensure the safety of the young heirs.
Quinn Thorne naturally also realized the severity of the problem, "The boss cannot be without someone by his side. I’ll take care of Baby, you head to the boss immediately."
If there is indeed a traitor in the building, a fierce battle is inevitable.
They don’t have many trustworthy people. The Umbral Zone is chaotic and full of dangers, and Elias Hawthorne alone might be at risk.
It’s not that Quinn Thorne isn’t willing to take risks; he simply cannot match Dante Drake in combat power.
Dante Drake thought for a moment, "I’ll seek the boss’s instructions."
But before receiving any news, he won’t act without permission.
Meanwhile, the Elias Hawthorne they referred to had tracked down the "kidnappers" an hour after Raina North was abducted and raided their temporary hideout.
"Sir, there’s no trace of Madam." His subordinate reported reluctantly, having searched the hideout inside and out but finding no sign of Raina North.
Elias Hawthorne, dressed in an all-black suit, stood tall like a towering mountain, cold and aloof, daunting to behold.
Hearing the report from his subordinate, a slight shadow instantly appeared on his expressionless, handsome face.
A sharp gaze, like the edge of a blade, swept over the kidnappers strewn on the ground, as though looking at corpses.
He walked forward, pressing the heel of his custom-made shoe against one of their wrists with a crunch, the sound of bones breaking.
"Speak, where are they?"
"I don’t...," the next second was a scream, as the man’s hand and foot bones shattered at the moment of his refusal.
"I’ll ask one more time, where are they?"
The kidnapper couldn’t bear it and was on the verge of suicide, but Yama wouldn’t accept him, and death was impossible.
Elias Hawthorne, known as The Hell King Hawthorne, was Yama of Hell, the master of life and death.
Having obtained accurate information, Elias Hawthorne didn’t linger.
"Sir, what about these people?" a subordinate pointed to the others.
"Take care of them, send the bodies back to The Crimson Blade Hall."
Elias Hawthorne spoke coldly and mercilessly, as if discussing not life and death but just an ordinary business matter.
The subordinate understood and turned back to the temporary hideout.
Before long, they reappeared, and the group got into the car as if nothing had happened.
However, when they reached the port, the vast sea was empty; there was no sign of Raina North.
Elias Hawthorne stood silently by the sea, seemingly calm, but everyone knew this was the calm before the storm.
A silent explosion or silent extinction.
For Elias Hawthorne, extinction was impossible; he would only make others extinct.
The subordinates stood behind him, heads bowed, not daring to breathe.
Moments later, Elias Hawthorne finally moved, and the crowd breathed a sigh of relief.
But only for a second.
"Head to The Umbral Zone."
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For some unknown reason, looking at the calm sea, they all felt it was only the calm before the storm.