"How did you guys respond?" Sophie asked, looking between the two of them as they exchanged nervous glances.
Robert's voice was barely a whisper, "We fought."
"Well, I mean, it was a kidnapping situation, so of course, we had to come clean," Robert stammered, trying to justify.
Jenna, standing beside him, scoffed, "Summerfield? What kind of place is that? Their interrogation tactics are designed to put you behind bars!"
"Good thing we showed up when we did, or it could've gotten real ugly," Adler chimed in, clearly agitated.
Sophie, who was used to a certain level of respect in Devonport, found it ridiculous that she was being treated like a criminal in Summerfield. "Look, I admit I hit someone, but..." She turned her gaze to Robert, who was kneeling on the ground. "Mr. Zhang, I don't remember hitting you, do I?"
"You didn't hit me, but you did kidnap me," Robert mumbled, his protest barely audible.
"So, it's okay for you to scheme against me, but not for me to defend myself?" Sophie stood up, and as she stepped toward Robert, he instinctively scooted back, shouting, "Help!"
"Shut it!" Jenna snapped, stepping forward and giving Robert a swift kick to the chest. His constant whining was grating on her nerves.
"So, what's the plan now? Let these little punks off the hook?" Jenna was frustrated. It seemed too easy on them after such a mess.
"What else can we do? We can't just knock them off," Sophie sighed. "They’re just a bunch of kids. If they were really with The Silent Shadows, that'd be different, but they're just wet behind the ears."
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