The door swung open, and several men charged in to surround Sherry.
What the hell are you doing? Sherry shrieked out loud, sensing that something was amiss.
The leader of the group, a young man, smirked and ordered, Search her.
What are you doing? What the hell are you doing? Sherry screamed in terror. She was slapped twice in the face, and her legs wobbled as she collapsed to the ground.
Her phone was taken away from her, and she was searched thoroughly to make sure that she had no other devires on her.
Sherry looked at the leader shakily. He lonked to be around her age, twentysomething with tattoocovered arms.
The men around him were heavily tattoned as well, and their expressions were less than friendly,
Who are you and what do you want? Sherry asked, trembling in fear.
The leader smirked. You dont need to know that. Listen and do as youre told, or youre going to have a hard time.
Sherry shut up at once, not daring to say another word.
This is a pretty nice place, isnt it? No neighbors and secluded enough. 1 guess we wont even have to relocate, the leader said and chuckled
Sherry was a streamer, so she rented a place in a more secluded area to avoid getting complaints for being noisy. All that effort, only for it to put her in danger.
That works, Mister Cinq. Ill get us some drinks to pa** the time while we wait for further orders.
The leader, Mister Cing, nodded. Go ahead, and remember to get more. I dont know how long well have to wait.
Over on Sealake Island
Faye barged into Wilburs room all of a sudden.. Somethings happened to Sherry.
Wilbur, who was in the middle of meditating, opened his eyes. Whats the matter?
I had someone keep tabs on the girl, and she was discharged today. A group of people barged into her house not long after. and they havent left since, Faye said.
Wilbur gave the situation some thought. Give me her address. Ill be right there.
Okay.
Faye texted the location to Wilbur at once. Sherry was the key person in this case, and there would be more trouble for them if something happened to her.
Wilbur turned to leave. Call Elsa and tell her to bring a team with her.
Got it. Elsa was a police chief, and it would only be legally justifiable if she did this.
Wilber got into his car and drove straight to Sherrys liouse.
He arrived about half an hour later, parked nearby, and got out of his car.
A man hurried up to Wilbur, greeting him and pointing to one of the houses.
Thank you for your hard work. You can leave now. The man nodded at the order, then got into his car and drove off.
Wilbur wallond up to the house and knocked on the door.
Whos there?
Im here to check the water meter.
Yeah, right. F*ck off.
The door of the house was kicked open, and Wilbur walked in slowly.
There were several young men in there, red in the face from drinking. They flared up in anger at the sight of the intrusion.
Get him.
Cing shouted the order, and several of them charged toward Wilbur at once.
It only took a couple of punches from Wilbur to have them all rolling on the ground, unable to get up.
Sherry screamed at the sight. Cinq drew a dagger and roared, Ill f*cking kill you!
Before he could even move, Wilbur had punched him in the nose.
Cinq keeled over with a thump, falling unconscious at once. Wilbur shook his head These punks are getting worse and worse.