Zac was left speechless by the sarcasm. Just then, another man stepped into the room. He leaned close to Zac’s ear and whispered a few words. After the man left, Zac turned to Arthur. “Arthur, Mr. Solivair wants to see you.” As he spoke, Zac waved toward the doorway. Several men immediately entered, moved to Arthur’s side, and began untying the ropes that bound his arms behind his back. Ashley panicked at the sight. “Zac! What are you doing? You’ve come this far and you still refuse to see reason? Are you really going to keep going down this path?” She tried to talk some sense into him, hoping he’d come to his senses and let them go. But Zac, in his current state, wasn’t someone who could make decisions for himself anymore. Taylor grew anxious as well. “What the heck are you people doing? Do you seriously think the law can’t touch you? You just kidnap people like it’s nothing—does the law mean nothing to you?” He didn’t know about what Solivair had done at the abandoned warehouse—the murder. Taylor wasn’t sure why they had been kidnapped last time, or why Solivair hadn’t been punished by the law. But deep down, he still believed that everyone should be held accountable. If you did something wrong, the law would come for you. Just like when Arthur had been extorted by Henry and his crew in the office; they had called the police and handed them over. What Taylor didn’t know was that the law only worked on ordinary people. Solivair had his own ways of avoiding punishment. That was the difference between a man who could cover the sky with one hand and an ordinary citizen. Zac didn’t even bother responding to them. Once Arthur was untied, he turned on his heel and walked out. Arthur was being held tightly by two men. Though his arms were untied from behind, they were still bound together in front to prevent him from resisting. He didn’t fight back. There was no point; he wasn’t alone—Ashley and Taylor had also been kidnapped. Even if I could slip away while they were adjusting the ropes, what about Ashley and Taylor? He couldn’t leave them behind. Besides, he needed to meet Solivair. Even if we managed to escape this time, what about the next?Arthur couldn’t let the threat continue to hang over them. And when it came to Lynn, there were still things he knew. Solivair wasn’t a man of his word; Arthur had made sure to keep a few cards up his sleeve. He looked back at the two and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Take care of yourselves.” With that, they led him out. Zac took Arthur through a maze of left and right turns. Maybe Zac trusted himself too much, or maybe he figured Arthur had no way of escaping; either way, he hadn’t even bothered to blindfold him. Arthur silently took in the run-down buildings they passed, mentally noting any possible escape routes. When they finally stepped outside, Arthur realized they were at least ten stories up. No wonder Zac hadn’t blindfolded him—they must’ve assumed there was no way he could run. After winding through several corridors, they finally reached a room that looked a bit better than the rest. It was still an unfinished concrete shell like the others, but it was relatively clean and spacious. Solivair sat in a luxurious chair, a cigar pinched between his fingers. When he saw Arthur walk in, he blew a smoke ring in his direction. Once Zac brought Arthur in, he and the guards respectfully retreated to the side. Zac wasn’t qualified to listen in on Solivair and Arthur’s conversation. He knew Solivair was going to ask about Lynn, and anything related to her was strictly top secret. Behind Solivair stood a uniform line of bodyguards. It was obvious these were Solivair’s most trusted men. Solivair looked pleased with Zac; at the very least, the suspicion in his eyes was gone. Once Zac left, Solivair motioned for Arthur to sit across from him. A chair had already been placed there, though it was nothing like the one Solivair was sitting in. It was just a plain wooden chair. Compared to Solivair’s opulent seat, Arthur’s looked like something meant for a servant. Maybe Solivair had chosen it deliberately—to assert his dominance without saying a word. Arthur didn’t hesitate; he sat down without protest. There were too many guards in the room, all with guns on their hips. If things went sideways, he didn’t stand a chance. He was fast, but he was still just a man—no match for bullets. Besides, Ashley and Taylor were still in Solivair’s hands. So Arthur complied and sat quietly in the chair across from him.