As the other end of the plaza, Lamborghini stopped. The door opened and a middle aged man stepped out of the car.

The men behind him look like armed robbers in black suits and hats.

The middle aged man wore a designers suit, on his left was thumb was a diamond ring with a dragon carved on it. His hair was parted in the middle and he sported a mustache.

It was drizzling at the moment. And the man's bodyguard were carrying umbrellas.

The way they carried themselves made anyone fear them.

This man was Peter's Holmes, leader of Meast organization and servant of the Martin's family.

"Mr Miller, I came on Ms Martin's order to take someone away, Peter said with his hands clasped, "I hope Mr Miller will allow us to fulfill our duty.

When James did not respond, Peter smiled and said, I'm sure you still remember that you have owned Ms Martin a big favor from all those years ago.

"A favor?" James sneered, suddenly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He picked up his little blades on the tray and