“Someone’s here,” stated Quinton.
Derek was still switching on his computer since he was about to carry on with his work. Not taking Quinton’s words seriously, he replied, “It could be the security guards who are keeping watch at night.”
However, Quinton’s professional instinct told him that the people outside weren’t security guards.
Security guards wouldn’t walk so carefully.
Then, the lights were silently switched off.
Even Derek noticed that something was strange.
He figured that Sandra would certainly lay a hand on him these days. Is she going to do so in the office building? Isn’t this a little too bold of her?
Upon that thought, Derek stood up as well. To his surprise, the door to his office was suddenly banged open before three burly men barged in from the outside; all of them had scars on their faces and were holding machetes.
Derek’s heart skipped a beat, but he put up a brave front by yelling, “Who are you guys?!”
He knew that these men came for him. As expected, Sandra made a move.
The strong desire to survive caused Derek’s physical strength and reflexes to reach their peak. He subconsciously picked up the chair on the floor to fight off the machete-wielding men, yelling, “What are you waiting for? Save me!”
Unfortunately, Quinton had disappeared without a trace amid the chaos.
As expected, this guy isn’t reliable at all!
These burly men had come well-prepared; their attacks were ruthless and by no means sloppy, for they never spoke from the moment they showed up until the moment they struck. One could tell at a glance from their expressionless faces and the chillingly frosty looks in their eyes that they were a bunch of desperadoes.
After fighting against them a few times, Derek was forced to step back to the front of the French window that was dozens of stories high above the ground.
Dragon Technology’s office building was very tall and good-looking. It had a unique architecture, for several floors at the top level were designed to shape like a mushroom.
Stanley had complained more than once that their office building looked like a cock, with Derek’s office located at its ‘tip’.
The window had been smashed using the chair during the fight just now, creating a hole where cold air gusted through from a high altitude. As a result, the temperature in the office dropped drastically to below zero degrees Celsius. Derek trembled all over, knowing that there was no escape for him.
No, I won’t be resigned to this! I’m about to realize my ambition, and my ideal life is about to come true. My wonderful life has just started, so I can’t die!
But with the three machete-wielding men closing in on him, he would either be slashed to death or fall to his death on this day.
He refused to resign himself to such a fate!
Unfortunately, he already had no time left, for the three men suddenly closed in on him simultaneously. He backed away step by step until he was in front of the holed French window. Cold air gusted in through the hole, making Derek feel as if his blood was frozen.
Suddenly, someone pushed his shoulders forcefully, causing him to lose his footing, and he fell into the darkness at high altitude.
“Aaaaah—” Derek let out a blood-curdling scream. Suddenly, he felt his hands being grasped firmly by something.
He thought that he must be dreaming. He must have been as dead as a doornail after falling from a building that was dozens of stories high…
The three outlaws looked everywhere after pushing Derek off the building. Someone else seemed to have been in this room just now, but they went missing in the blink of an eye. They hurried to the first floor to avoid unnecessary complications, only to see that the floor was very clean—Derek’s remains were nowhere to be seen.
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