The complete loss of contact with several special operations teams naturally drew the Foreigners' attention at once.
Early that morning, Robert, the Research Institute's representative in Celestial Dynasty, stepped down from a Western Car and entered a Western-style building deep within the Concession.
Making his way inside, he soon arrived at a classically furnished reception room. Victor, who handled Blood Descendant affairs, and Andrew, who oversaw special operations, were already there.
Robert sat down on the sofa, lit a cigar, and picked up the report on the table, scanning it briefly.
"Andrew, so there was a problem with your operation?"
Robert lightly tapped the mahogany armrest with his fingertips as he spoke.
"Yes. And it was most likely a total wipeout. Not a single team managed to bring the items out."
Andrew said.
Yet strangely, upon hearing this bad news, the other two Foreigners in the room showed no anger at all. They continued smoking their cigars in silence as they read the report.
A lion would not fly into a rage just because a few ants had scratched it.
"From last night until now, there have been no signs of gunfire in the city. That leaves only one possibility: those teams were assassinated before they even had the chance to open fire...
"And the only one capable of that is a Gang Strength expert who possesses the special ability of danger perception. It can almost certainly be confirmed that Huo Yuanhong made his move..."
Andrew, who was in charge of special operations, gave a brief analysis.
"Is that all?"
Robert of the Research Institute puffed on his cigar. "Andrew, you called me over early in the morning just to tell me that several transport teams were assassinated?"
"My apologies, Lord Robert. The mission's failure merely proves that those teams