"Yes, it's me. Put Wei Dong on the phone... Wei Dong, do me a favor. Consider it payment for helping you kill those people last time... Yes, he's in the western suburbs. Not very tall, somewhat dark-skinned, around thirty, nickname Blackhide. He deals in smuggled bows and crossbows. He has to stay alive. Good. I'll wait five minutes."
Su Xiao was on the phone when a slightly chubby hand patted him on the shoulder.
"Su Xiao, my cousin is still here. She's pretty timid."
Fatty Ma swallowed. To be honest, he had never witnessed a murder scene before. Although the victim was a murderous fugitive, he still couldn't help feeling uneasy.
Su Xiao glanced at the girl in the dress. She had already collapsed into a sitting position against the wall, her face filled with terror and white as a sheet. If the skinny man died here, the girl would be traumatized for some time. No, she might even carry the trauma for the rest of her life.
Su Xiao curled his finger. The fiber thread slid back into the button at his cuff. This kind of fiber was only one-twentieth the thickness of a strand of hair, yet it was extraordinarily strong and extremely light.
"Wei Dong, come here and deal with someone while you're at it. He should be a fugitive. I'll send you a photo later. You can just throw him in. There's basically no chance he'll get out."
Su Xiao hung up. The skinny man gasped heavily, his vision going black in waves. He knew for certain that if Fatty Ma hadn't spoken up, he would already be a corpse.
Wei Dong didn't make Su Xiao wait five minutes. About three minutes later, he called. Wei Dong was the head of the Cleaners. Their policy was