In an office, Sfeis looked at the corpse at his feet, his face terrifyingly grim.
Yesterday, he had not only lost a temporary hidden safehouse, but Aipuke, a highly useful subordinate, had also been killed. Now, another core member of the organization had had his throat slit with a dagger in full view of everyone.
"Damn it!"
Sfeis viciously crushed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, and a trace of regret appeared on his gloomy face.
He truly regretted it now!
He had originally thought this was an opportunity that neither he nor Blood Ridge could afford to miss. Who could have known it would develop like this?
Before the grand blueprint described by the other party had even been realized, his right-hand men had already been killed.
Then...
Who would be next?
The question surfaced in Sfeis's mind, making the leader of Blood Ridge unable to sit still. He waved a hand, ordering his men to carry away the corpse for disposal. Then he took a cellphone from the bottom drawer of his desk.
The other party had left it for him to use for contact.
And had reminded him not to call unless it was absolutely necessary.
Without a doubt, now was the best time.
Dialing the only unknown number stored in the phone, Sfeis waited quietly.
Then, a busy tone came from the receiver.
The other party had hung up on him.
After freezing for a moment, Sfeis immediately called again.
This time, it was even more straightforward. An automated message informed him that the other party's phone had been switched off.
"Bastard!"
Sfeis hurled the phone hard against the wall opposite him.
Smack!
The phone shattered into pieces. Looking at the scattered components, Sfeis began panting heavily.
Sfeis knew he had been abandoned by