Chapter 7 C7

"No..." One of the people who was on the phone glanced at the smoking grenade and gulped. "The hand grenade is fake."

"What the f*ck?! A fake grenade fooled you?!" swore Stanley.

"There was smoke coming out of the grenade earlier and that woman threatened us in a very professional manner..." The person lowered his gaze.

"Looks like that woman is not very simple." Stanley hung up and frowned. "Steve, what sort of person is she?"

What sort of person is she? Larry desperately wanted an answer to this question.

He never expected that Cherry would have been able to escape from the hotel in the end.

Nonetheless, escaping from the hotel did not mean that she fled successfully.

"Bentley, license plate number ending with 666. It departed the west exit of Jills Hotel's basement parking level two minutes ago. I want the woman in the car." Larry made a phone call and gave his orders.

"Larry, I can't believe you called..." Stanley was shocked and speechless. His facial expression changed. He knew who his brother had called.

"Larry, did they send this woman here? Did she steal something important?" At that moment, Stanley could only think of that possibility.

If that were true, it would be a completely different situation!

"No." Larry's eyes flickered. He believed that Cherry did not come to the hotel with bad intentions.

However, he still could not let her go.

"No? Why do you want to catch her then? What did she do? She..." Stanley's curiosity had been piqued.

However, he had to suppress his curiosity when he saw Larry's dark and brooding expression.

Stanley realized then that his brother did not want to say anything!

"Larry, I just found out that the Bentley belongs to Henry Max and he must have left together with Cherry." Stanley changed the subject.

"I do know a thing or two about Henry. His character is such that he won't go to great lengths to help someone unless he shares a special relationship with that person or there's a special situation."

"The fake hand grenade that Cherry used at the exit and the plasma capsules came from Mr. Lebron's costume party. Does she have anything to do with him?"

Stanley had an inkling that his brother did not know about Cherry's identity either. Thus, his analysis revolved around her.

Larry kept quiet and his dark gaze was incomprehensible.

Suddenly, Stanley realized that everything he said was pointless. Cherry would never be able to run away, no matter how smart and talented she was. He believed that she would be captured in no time and only then would her identity be revealed.

His guesses were pointless now.

The third floor....

"Mr. Lebron, what do we do now?" The crowd was nervous after witnessing the chaotic scene that took place earlier.

How could someone cause trouble at his costume party?!

Lebron scanned the crowd calmly.

The people heaved sighs of relief when they realized that he was not furious.

"Find out who the woman is." A few moments later, he murmured, "You will know the consequences if you fail to do so."

Lebron had always been the one to crash other people's parties. He never expected his party to be crashed, especially by a woman.

In an instant, everybody fell silent. Everyone in this city knew that offending Mr. Lebron would only lead to a horrible end.

After five minutes, Henry noticed a car pursuing them from behind. The driver was speeding and Henry was impressed with his driving skills.

It was amazing that the other driver could catch up with him so quickly.

With a swift maneuver, the car behind them suddenly accelerated and tried to overtake them.

Henry smiled smugly. He was about to accelerate as well before he realized that another car had appeared at the crossroad in front of him, blocking his way.

Worried, his expression sank. Yet, he had already promised Cherry that they would run as far away as possible. He had assumed that he could drive 100km away, but he did not think that he would be obstructed by someone else so soon.

So, all he could do was stop driving, wind down the window and look at The Fly, who had just gotten out of his car. A cocky smile gradually appeared on his handsome face. "Want to race, brother?"

The Fly's pupils shrank as he scanned the interior of Henry's car through the window. His gaze fell on the car's trunk for two seconds before he made a phone call. "The car has been blocked, but there's no woman in the car, only a man. The car's real-time speed is 160. Two minutes after I received your call, I've locked onto the target on barney Road. No one got out of the car during this period."

There was an obvious change on Henry's face. He had been spied on three minutes ago, yet he did not realize this.

Luckily, Cherry had gotten out of the car earlier.

Nevertheless, he felt that the man was speaking in riddles. Although he did not understand a word of it, the person on the other end of the call would definitely be able to comprehend it.

Henry began to worry about Cherry's safety.

"Understood." As he listened, Larry's expression darkened. The information provided by The Fly was enough to help him determine where the woman got off the car. "Check on Henry and find out about every woman he knows."

"Yes," The Fly replied obediently.

"What? Even The Fly has failed to capture her?" Stanley could hardly believe the news. "What sort of person is she? It's my first time seeing The Fly fail at his mission."

"What do we do now?" Stanley was bemused as he observed Larry's placid demeanor.

"Go to Frank's room." Larry headed for the elevator without answering the question.

"Why should I go to Frank's room?" Stanley was puzzled. "Don't tell me that woman can hide in his room."

"She got out of the car within ten miles of the hotel's vicinity." Finally, Larry gave some form of an answer to him.

Stanley was momentarily stunned. Then, he laughed. "Do you think that she has been fooled by her own cleverness? She must have thought that you'll catch up with her, so she got out of the car after leaving the hotel. After that, she allowed Henry to drive away alone to distract you, but she didn't expect The Fly to catch up with Henry so soon. Of course, she most likely would not have thought that that pervert, Frank, has installed a bunch of CCTVs within ten miles of the hotel."

Stanley's lips kept curving upward. "Jills Hotel is located within the outskirts and not many cars will pass by at this hour. If she failed to hitch a ride after getting out of Henry's car, she must still be hiding somewhere nearby. Till then, we can catch her."

After the elevator doors opened, Stanley headed inside hastily and pressed on the button to the thirty-third floor.

Both Frank and Larry's rooms were on the thirty-third floor; one was 3301 and the other was 3302. The balconies of the two rooms were almost joined together. No doubt, this was also the perverse Frank's design.

"Larry, aren't these your clothes? Why are they here?" Stanley gasped when he stepped out of the elevator on the thirty-third floor and saw the clothes on the floor.

"I was going to have them washed." Larry glanced at the clothes moodily.

"Why would you leave them here if you want to have them washed?" Stanley was not a child and he did not believe this excuse. He suddenly realized that something shocking and unbelievable had occurred last night.

However, Larry had walked away. Stanley was surprised at first, but he then picked up the clothes and followed his brother.

Larry was aware of the code to Ken's room. The door opened once he entered the code and he pushed the door open...