As she looked down at her watch to see if she would be late, a sack suddenly descended over her head, and then she felt a blunt hit to the back of her head, knocking her out without a sound.
"Do you think these celebrities are all very fake? Usually, when you see her interviews, she says she loves hosting her job, but following her around, all I heard were her complaints," the man said to his companion next to him.
"Who cares, this is the person Brother August wants. We got her, so let's hurry back to him. Just for this little while, we each make ten thousand bucks. Isn't this easy money? Finish the job, get the money, and we can find a place to have a good meal tonight," the other man didn't care about the celebrity status at all.
"To me, celebrities are good; they have a high price. If it was an ordinary civilian, would Brother August give ten thousand bucks?
For an ordinary person, it would just be one thousand bucks to send them off.
