Chapter 119: A Close Friend Of Cloris Vause

Human City, Jerome Nichols' House

"W-we've swept through the entire city seven times, and still no sight of them. At this juncture, I think it's either they got help from someone on the outside, or they've been hiding under our noses," one of Jerome's men reported to him.

There were two men opposite Jerome and another behind him. While the one behind him didn't seem like he was listening to the conversation, he clenched his fist tightly tightly at the report.

"You didn't find them? Not even a trace. You lots become useless every passing day!" Jerome hollered, picked up the pistol on his desk, and aimed it at the temple of the one who reported the news.

The limp body of the first man fell to the floor in a thud, while the second man immediately fell to his knees, shuddering in fear.

"One last chance, Mr. Nichols. Just one more, and I promise that the next time I return, I'll have Miss Cheyenne with me!" Jerome heard him beg from the floor.

The desk was relatively high, so Jerome couldn