Carl talked with Ye Ming for a long time last night, and it was already past midnight when he came out of the study.

Back at their lodgings, Carl, without even taking a break, called Ali and, along with his regular team, took a helicopter to the Sea City Hotel once again.

"The Ye family wants those people from the hotel; Ali is responsible for confirming the targets."

On the helicopter, Carl then began to explain the mission of the trip.

Gavin, with his baby face, who had been slumped over and dozing off against his companion, suddenly sat up straight upon hearing this, his gray eyes shining like stars.

"So, I can see the pretty lady again?"

Carl glanced at him indifferently, ignored him, and continued:

"This concerns all those present at Ye Guangyu's location; not a single one can be missing."

Immediately, everyone in the team looked at Ali standing to the side.

They all knew that Ali's last mission was to protect Ye Guangyu. The Ye family wanted the hotel staff to avenge their son, so they wouldn't miss Ali.

Vulture was a tall, muscular, dark-skinned man with a similar appearance to Ali. He tentatively spoke.

"That Ali..."

Ali was different from the others in Zhan Yi; he was given to the boss by an underground black market in Y country.

That time, he was accompanying his boss on business. There were more than twenty children, ranging from a few years old to teenagers, locked in small iron cages like animals.

He knew they were child slaves bought and sold on the black market; he was used to it. It just so happened to be feeding time.

A man from the black market walked over carrying a large iron basin filled with clumps of blackish-gray liquid that looked even less clean than pig feed.

He was curious about what they were feeding him, so he turned his head to take a closer look.

This action was noticed by the black market manager who was guiding them. He stopped leading the way and began to explain.

"This is the goods that Paradise Island ordered; we'll deliver them to them tonight."

Paradise Island may be paradise for some, but for these slaves, it is a place more terrifying than hell.

Vulture had been there once, and seeing the life and death he had witnessed, the man who had taken countless lives, even felt a chill run down his spine just looking at it. He still trembles at the thought of it now.

The sudden stop displeased Carl. He looked up and saw a 'food' battle unfolding inside the cage.

Among a group of emaciated 'skinny monkeys', the exceptionally robust Ali caught Carl's attention.

It was during those few seconds of pause that someone misunderstood.

After they finished their business, Ali was packaged and delivered to them. Surprisingly, the boss unusually accepted him that time.

After Ali was brought back to Warwing, he seemed to have been forgotten by the boss and was left in the legion as a lowly errand boy.

When he returned from a mission, he never saw Ali again. Later, they learned that he had been sent to the Flower Kingdom by the boss, but no one dared to ask him the specific reason.

"Just the 19 people at the hotel."

Carl didn't explain much, but simply emphasized this sentence.

He remembered clearly that yesterday at the hotel, apart from Wu Rui and Ali, who were already in Ye Ming's hands, there were a total of 19 people.

Ali silently lowered his head, knowing that his boss had saved him once again.

After confirming that Ali was alright, Vulture smiled easily and joked:

"No problem, not just 19, 190 is fine too."

Others echoed this sentiment.

"Indeed, don't make it too simple."

Gavin became excited again, his gray eyes gleaming with unusual excitement. His tone was ingratiating, like a child asking for candy.

"Boss, can I have the pretty lady?"

Carl didn't even lift an eyelid; he refused outright.

"Ye Ming specifically requested a head."

In that instant, Gavin felt utterly hopeless, leaning against the bulkhead and sighing dejectedly.

"Ugh, damn it!"

It is imperfect to be without a head.

It seems he's destined to miss out this time. So heartbreaking.

At other times, he could advise his boss not to take the order, but things are different now...

Gavin didn't say anything more, he just grieved silently.

Such tasks were a piece of cake for them, requiring no prior strategic planning, so everyone appeared quite relaxed.

The helicopter landed on the hotel rooftop again.

Everyone sprang into action, each fulfilling their duties and cooperating seamlessly.

The search continued down the stairs, and apart from finding a zombie by kicking down a door on the 18th floor, there wasn't a single living person, let alone a zombie, up to the 12th floor...

Suddenly, the member of the team codenamed Falcon stopped in his tracks and cried out in surprise.

"wrong!"

The entire team immediately paused and stood at the highest level of alert.

The falcon awakened a psychic ability, which allows it to detect situations within a certain range in advance. If he says something is wrong, then there must be something going on.

Carl turned around and saw that the falcon's face had turned a little pale, so he knew that the falcon was still investigating and did not ask immediately.

A moment later, the falcon confirmed again, and indeed made a sound.

"Boss, there's no one alive in this building, not a single one."

Although his mental search range is limited, now that he's on the 12th floor, it's enough to search for everything downstairs.

Ali was surprised and confused.

"Were they rescued beforehand?"

He believed that those people would never leave on their own unless someone came to their rescue; otherwise, it was impossible for them all to leave at once.

Carl's gaze sharpened, sending a chill down one's spine, and he immediately gave the order.

"Spread out and search, quickly!"

Everyone obeyed the command and moved out. Before dispersing, Carl added one more sentence.

"Be careful of Li Xin'er."

He knew that woman was definitely not simple.

"yes!"

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