Meanwhile, in a small room within the Wealth Mansion, a signal light was flickering with red flashes on the wall, and a sharp alarm blared through the room. Abby, Angel's secretary, abruptly stood up from her chair, her eyes fixed on the array of surveillance screens ahead, exuding a chilling aura.
"What's going on? Why is the alarm sounding? Didn't I tell you all to monitor every corner? How could someone still break in? Useless bunch!"
Abby swept her gaze over several bodyguards in the room and picked up the intercom beside her: "Team one, team two, team three, do you hear me? Answer if you hear me..."
Abby kept calling out, but all she got from the intercom was static, with no response.
"Damn it!"
Her expression grew even darker: "Team four, team five, stay alert! We're under attack. Someone has broken into Wealth Mansion. Prepare for defense. If you spot any suspicious individuals, shoot to kill."
"Roger that."
"Understood."
