Kester Airport Café
"Hasn't the target arrived yet?" The fierce-looking man with a full beard stared at the airport exit ahead and took a sip of coffee.
"The target is very cautious," the sharp-cheeked, vicious-looking figure beside him said hoarsely. "He bought more than a dozen tickets to more than a dozen different cities. He also bought another dozen or so tickets under the identities of his underlings. This ticket was bought using a forged identity of one of his men, and he even bribed people to board the plane under that subordinate's identity."
"Quite the misdirection," the bearded man sneered. "But his whereabouts were still tracked by the higher-ups."
"He's all bark and no bite," the sharp-faced man shook his head. "I heard one of his trusted underlings sold him out for a good price. He pulled off such a huge deal, kept ninety percent of the money for himself, and gave the remaining ten percent to all his men. Yet he still thought his underlings were trustworthy."
"This guy really treated everyone like fools," the bearded man shook his head. "His greed knew no bounds. His underling was right to sell him out."
"I don't know the reason either. That's just what I heard," the sharp-faced man shook his head. "If there weren't so many Aines People around, making it inconvenient for the higher-ups to kill him, he wouldn't have even made it out of Aines."
"If there weren't so many Aines People around, this job wouldn't have fallen to us." The bearded man sipped his coffee and chuckled. "Did the higher-ups say how much money the target is carrying?"
"They didn't," the sharp-faced man shook his head and picked up the coffee in front of him. "But they should have a rough idea. I heard this guy's