Bruce glanced at the bank card and scoffed.
"How do I know if this card has five million? I want cash!"
Hera replied, "You guys can go check."
"It takes at least an hour to get to town and another hour back. By the time we return, who knows where you'll have run off to?" sneered one of the thugs, a rat-faced man.
Hera stayed silent.
"Can't you send one person while the rest wait here?" Everly suggested.
"No way. Besides Bruce, none of us have a driver's license."
Hera silently questioned why they suddenly cared about obeying the law.
"What do you want?" Hera asked coldly, her eyes locked on Bruce.
She knew they were just stalling.
"The deadline's passed, and you haven't got the cash. I'll have to take something from her to settle the score."
Bruce pointed his machete threateningly at Catherine. The blade glinted menacingly.
"You!"
Wayne tightened his grip on his kitchen knife.
Hera's gaze darkened.
"So, you're not here to collect a debt. You're here to kill somebody, aren't you?"
"Enough bullshit. Hand over that old hag!" Bruce bellowed.
He swung his machete, turning the standoff into a direct confrontation.
Suddenly, a hole appeared in the ceiling with a loud crash, and a black-clad figure dropped from above. In an instant, he pinned Bruce to the ground.
At the same time, a group of bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses burst in, swiftly subduing the remaining thugs.
Hera shielded Catherine and moved her to the side. With his kitchen knife at the ready, Wayne stood guard in front of Everly, who was now free.
He watched with wary eyes as the bodyguards took control of the situation.
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