Xiu Xin immediately found a nearby public phone booth to report to Muraoka after fleeing. "Boss, our operation failed. We didn't manage to get back the stuff from that cop, and my big brother even died in the shootout."
"What?" Muraoka suddenly stood up, his complexion changing unpredictably. "Find a place to hide for now. Once you're settled, give me the address and I will arrange to send you some money as compensation."
"Hey!" Xiu Xin couldn't afford to grieve and was soon going to embrace a life of wealth and luxury.
After hanging up the phone, Muraoka, with an ashen face, turned to Panasonic Toyoshige. "There's nothing we can do now but rely on those people to protect you. Don't delay; make the call."
Panasonic Toyoshige sighed wearily, stood up, walked to the landline, and dialed a number. "This is Panasonic. I apologize for disturbing you so late, but the situation is urgent, and I had no choice. Tonight... Please save me!"
He briefly recounted the situation.
