East District, Rui Zhu Hotel, seventh floor, inside a suite.
In the pitch-black room, a shirtless figure with bandages wrapped around his head and legs sat in a chair, puffing away at a cigarette.
Through the swirling smoke, faint light streaming in through a gap in the curtains revealed a gloomy male face.
It was Duan Kaiping, a member of the Razor Gang and a disciple of Golden Wind Dojo.
He stared toward a corner of the room, his expression shifting uncertainly.
There stood a rectangular object roughly two meters long and one meter wide, propped upright against the wall. It was completely wrapped in layer upon layer of black tape, making it impossible to tell what was inside.
Yet every so often, rustling and cracking sounds came from within, sending an inexplicable chill down one's spine.
Duan Kaiping stared at the rectangular object in terror, pulled out his phone, and made a call.
The call was answered very quickly.
"..."
Though he was merely on the phone, Duan Kaiping immediately became respectful, nodding and bowing as he said with a fawning smile, "Yes, I'm very sorry. I didn't expect that even though number one had already been fed in advance, it would still bite through the cage and go out hunting on its own... Luckily, it's been in that cage since it was born and treats it as home, so it came back on its own after eating its fill..."
"..."
"Please rest assured, nothing will go wrong. Those stupid rich kids have no idea they're our targets, and they actually dared to hold a banquet today... I've already installed the thing you gave me. I calculated it—the range is just enough to cover the entire floor. When the time comes, none of them will be able to contact