The two men drove the car to a private house in a remote area of LA.
After pushing the door open and entering, they saw a man in black skin-tight clothes tightly secured to a chair with a black cloth covering his eyes and a towel stuffed in his mouth to prevent him from yelling.
Lucas stood in front of him. Flynn understood what he meant, so he went forward and pulled away the cloth around his head and the towel in his mouth at once.
The man in black squinted and tried to adapt to the light for a while before he raised his head and looked at Lucas and Flynn in front of him, his eyes full of hatred and intimidation.
He was about forty years old, and his entire body reeked of a faint odor of blood. Lucas knew at a glance that this man had taken many lives.
"I'm warning you. This is illegal detention! You'd better let me go, or I will definitely sue you!" he bellowed.