"Hello—"
In the darkness, the person sitting in the surveillance room looked at the now blackened monitor inside Guan Jing's room and made a call.
"Sorry, sir, we failed..."
"I know. Did you clean up properly?" A pair of misty blue eyes stared into the distance, a cigarette held between the fingers, continuously exhaling smoke.
"Rest assured..." he quickly replied, "I've taken care of everything! Wasn't followed!"
"Fool, who do you think Guan Lingxue is?" Cleaned up properly? That was just his assumption.
"No, no way!"
"It's fine, I'll handle it..." The owner of the eyes smirked slightly.
He breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, sir..."
"Bang—"
"Ugh..."
There was the sound of someone falling on the other end of the line.
"Sir, the area has been cleared." Another cold voice came from the other end.
"Mm, return." He said he would handle it.
The owner of the eyes showed a thin, chilly smile.
Truly useless...
