"Is Si Ye's matter taken care of? It seems like I saw the target still alive?"
"It's just a clown, after all. Can you contact that brother? This is taking quite long."
"Is Si Ye losing trust in our Dan Clan people?"
"It's not about distrust; one needs to be cautious in doing things." The small glass bottle on the wooden table was still there, with not a drop of blood missing inside.
"Shouldn't be long now."
A scream echoed from below, and Si Ye's face showed an obvious fury. Such a well-kept face, yet so mismatched with the heart inside.
Somehow, the already dying Charles suddenly launched a final attack towards the big guy's abdomen, wielding a screwdriver in his hand and stabbing it into the big guy's lower abdomen, blood gushing out, terrifying those watching.
"The world is down one more man."
