Kalasu had not gone to bed yet. He had just taken a pill, intending to prove that the old warhorse still had plenty of stamina, when a phone call dragged him away from the bed.
"Boss, something big happened. Something terrible!" The voice on the other end sounded panicked.
"What are you panicking for? Slow down. What happened?" Kalasu glanced up at the woman on the bed and motioned for her to wait. In a moment, he would show her what he could do.
"Boss, the Germans are dead!" the underling on the other end said quickly.
"The Germans are dead? How many? How did they die?" Kalasu's heart lurched. Several possibilities flashed through his mind: perhaps the Germans had had an accident, or gotten into a fight with someone while out having fun.
He had seen how arrogant those Germans were.
It would hardly be surprising if they had clashed with someone.
Kalasu was furious at the Germans for courting death, and furious at the men he had left at the hotel. He had specifically told them to be careful, yet they had still let this happen.
"They're all dead. All seventeen Germans are dead! Someone stormed into the hotel and killed them. Our men are dead too!" Only then did the underling explain clearly.
Kalasu jolted, a chill shooting from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.
"Who did it? How many of them?" Kalasu asked instinctively.
In truth, he had already guessed who was responsible.
"We don't know. There were at least a few dozen. They went into the hotel, killed the Germans, and left!"
"What's the situation there now? Forget it. Wait there for me!" Kalasu hung up, his face ashen.
He was ninety percent certain Hongxing had sent the men.
No one else