But, as seen from the surveillance footage, there was no one on the screen.

"It's impossible. I was there with Henry at the time. He forced me with a gun and said he was going to kill me." Keith had a pale face. Could it be that the legendary supernatural event happened to him at this moment?

The minister of Security, looking stern, carefully looked at the surveillance footage again before saying to Keith; "It's not a ghost. Maybe something else."

There are quite a few surveillance cameras installed in this building, but there are some areas that cannot be fully covered. At that time, Henry and his location happened to be a blind spot for surveillance cameras.

"Why is there a blind spot? What does your security department do? How important this video is to my life safety. If you can't produce the surveillance footage, your security department will take full responsibility." Keith shouted excitedly, pounding the keyboard hard and constantly scolding the security department for incompetence.

Looking at Keith's insane rage, his face twisted and he was dragging a wet pair of trousers. The security minister quietly pulled his assistant aside: "Call the mental hospital right now. Nine times out of ten, he's crazy, typical paranoid disorder."

Alvin sat in the car, anxiously waiting for Henry until the tall and handsome figure came into view and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry. I'm either going to fight or just giving Keith a little warning." Henry got into the car and touched the pistol that had been pinned to his waist, which he had just contributed to.

A little warning? Alvin immediately understood that Henry was no pushover. His little warnings, when placed in front of others, can scare people out of their wits.

"Master, you're so headstrong again. What if someone catches evidence?" It's easy to think that such a building is full of surveillance footage. If you're not careful and leave behind video evidence, you'll be in big trouble.

"Who am I? I've already thought of this." Henry, standing in the corridor, looked up and immediately figured out how many cameras there were, which areas were the focus of observation and which were the blind spots.

So, from the very beginning, the position he was standing in was not a random choice but a carefully planned one.

If Keith could have thought of the problem with the surveillance footage, he wouldn't have been stupid, but he would have found that he would have gained nothing.

Henry was clearly satisfied with today's results and was in a good mood, so he called to share his joy with Bailey.

"Wife..."

"Don't call me like that."

"Britney..."

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"Damn it..." Henry played his trump card.

"Get out of here!" It was too heavy for Bailey to bear.

"Be violent, please be violent, don't pity me for being a delicate flower... I just love how rude you are." Henry saw that he had managed to flirt and was grinning on the other end of the phone. After meeting Bailey, Henry found that he was getting more and more naughty. Every time he liked to tease Bailey and get angry, and was scolded harshly by her. Instead of getting angry, he felt satisfied in his heart.

Oh, what a pervert! Could this be the legendary M?

"Please, I'm busy here. I'll call you back when I have time." Bailey said and hung up the phone. She knew that was how clingy the young master was. If you don't stop him in time, he can go on to the next century sentence by sentence, and his words and sentences will surely not be the same. I don't know how many brain cells he would have to die to come up with so much nonsense.

"What are you busy with?" Henry looked at the phone, feeling rather strange.

Bailey, after dodging Henry's car at the crossroads, crossed the intersection and walked to the gate of the Fierce Fight Club.

It's afternoon now and there are no kickboxing matches scheduled here. Some boxers are training on their own in the ring.

"Miss, may I help you?" A girl with heavy makeup, very gorgeous, ran over.

"I want to play the game." Bailey held his resume, feeling a little nervous.

The girl was taken aback and said with a smile, "Miss, we don't have female contestants here, but we admit female students."

Bailey felt disappointed. It seemed that women's kickboxing had not yet begun here.

"Bailey." Philip called out her name and trotted over. Bailey then remembered that Philip had left the club and was now working here.

Despite Philip's fondness for drinking, this guy is quick-witted and resourceful. Instead of getting into boxing, he has managed to get into a minor executive position here.

Upon hearing Bailey's request, Philip shook his head repeatedly. "This won't work. Although kickboxing offers high prize money, it also has a high injury rate. Few people can fight for three consecutive days. Not to mention that you're a woman, how can you fight a man?"

Philip looked around, lowered his voice, and said to Bailey, "I'm not hiding it from you. Our fighting matches here are all of a gambling nature, and this is the big profit. As a woman, you are bound to lose, and then anyone can guess the outcome of the fight, and the boss will lose money. This is definitely not going to happen. You'd better give up the idea."

"Philip, you really look down on people. How do you know I'm doomed to lose?" Bailey, too, had been ranked in a sanda competition before and had no pressure against three on ordinary days. Philip had described her as so vulnerable, and she was not convinced at all.

Bailey walked into the training ground and, facing a hanging sandbag, clenched her fists and punched more than ten times in one go. Her punches were fast, her movements were precise, and she could be said to have been in one go, flowing smoothly.

"Good punch!" A man who was watching the fight couldn't help but applaud Bailey.

Bailey stopped his hand and turned his head to see the man standing not far from him, with a big square face, thick black eyebrows and an imposing air.

"Mr. Carl, you're coming." Philip hurriedly introduced to Carl, "This is my former colleague and my friend, called Bailey."

"This Mr. Carl is a friend of our boss." Philip introduced to Bailey.

When Bailey heard this, he couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart. Mr. Carl was a decent person here, and he was quite impressed by his boxing style. If he had fought for it, there might have been a chance.