The utterly ordinary middle-aged man walked all the way to the second floor of the teahouse with his head lowered, then arrived outside the private room where Bai Shuitang was staying.
Bai Shuitang glanced at the figure behind the bead curtain, then casually waved his hand. Bai Zhan understood and walked straight out.
As he left, Bai Zhan glanced at the middle-aged man. He noticed that the man was not fat, but his face was unusually broad, with a fierce, fleshy look to it. His eyes were cold as well.
Bai Zhan did not linger and immediately left down the stairs.
Only then did the middle-aged man lift the bead curtain and enter the private room. He sat down opposite Bai Shuitang and accepted the tea Bai Shuitang poured for him.
"That fellow didn't come, but I've already received his report that the mission was complete." The middle-aged man spoke in a low voice. "At dawn, I sent someone over to take a look. There were signs of an explosion all over the scene, and one car had indeed been blasted off the cliff. If she had been in the car at the time, there was no chance she could have survived."
Bai Shuitang listened quietly.
Suddenly, Bai Shuitang stood up and paced back and forth in the private room with his hands behind his back, lowering his head in thought. "Tell me, why didn't he come after completing the mission?"
The middle-aged man said, "There are several possibilities. First, he may have known that we would silence him afterward, so he didn't come. Second, he knew about the target's background and didn't dare linger. He simply gave up the remaining payment and fled. There's also another possibility: he's dead."
Bai Shuitang asked, "Which possibility do you think it is?"