Victor casually walked towards the car's trunk and slipped his fingers under the hatchback handle.

"Are you an idiot?" bushy-brows said. "Do you think we'll keep the hatchback open? It is locked and protected with military-grade armor. Even a missile cannot break through!"

With a grunt and a heave, Victor pulled. With a creak and a crack, the entire hatchback was ripped open.

Both bushy-brows and the driver were shocked to the core. A young man in his twenties just tore apart a military-grade locker! Was he the strongest man alive?

Inside the trunk, Victor found a classy young woman. Her hands and legs were tied, and her mouth was gagged. Still, she was making a surprising amount of noise. He immediately recognized who she was. The face was prominent in newspapers and social media.

"I'll get back to you in a moment," Victor reassured the woman, who protested even more.

"Is she Claire Holt?" he asked bushy-brows. The driver had also joined his accomplice. They had their guns drawn at hi