As soon as John spoke, the ecstatic expressions of his two goons froze.
Eamon's face shifted through a range of emotions. "Damn it, he even reinforced the door?"
He immediately ordered one of the goons to swing their axe at Eric's door, aiming to smash it to pieces.
Driven by the promise of loot, the goon put all his strength into the swing.
Clang!
A loud metallic clang echoed, but Eric's door remained unscathed—not even a scratch. The goon's hand, however, split open at the base of his thumb, and the axe blade was now chipped and bent.
Eamon shook his head. It seemed Eric had installed a security door.
"Mr. Ward, we can't break down Eric's door. What do we do?" the two goons asked anxiously.
They felt like bank robbers who had bypassed all the security systems, only to be stumped
