Now, the nightmare had ended, and everything had become comfortably clear.
He switched on the light and was about to call Nancy over to take his clothes when he saw some people sitting in the living room.
He froze for a moment, then began to break out into a cold sweat.
"Sit down," Lance gestured toward the chair beside him.
Burton was somewhat at a loss, glanced at the door which was slightly ajar, and Nancy hiding behind it. Eventually, he obeyed Lance and sat in the chair from which he usually commanded his household.
His brain whirred frantically, pondering whether he had done something foolish recently, but he had absolutely no idea what could have led Lance and his people to show up like this.
"Lance... I..." He didn't know what to say or how to say it.
Lance gave him a straightforward answer, "Rob betrayed the location of our bar, that's why they came so quickly."
