Rattlesnake and Mandala rushed to the edge of the bridge, looking at the situation in the water below.
"Damn it! Send someone down to search now!" Rattlesnake stamped his foot.
Mandala furrowed his brow. "What's the point in searching now?
We need to leave. The police and the Campbell family will be here soon. We mustn't leave anything incriminating behind. We destroyed all of the surrounding surveillance cameras in advance."
"Everyone disperse immediately, blend in with ordinary people on the streets. We will reconvene at the villa in an hour."
Over a hundred people hurriedly scattered, leaving even the cars they had arrived in behind.
Only the body of Russell Bowman was left on the bridge, frozen in a posture of agony with his eyes wide open.
Ten minutes later, Brent Campbell's men arrived. He looked at his son, Russell's body, serene.
Terrifyingly serene.
He truly was a potentate with a firm grip on his domain!