On a mountain road in the Kingsford Outskirts, a man knelt trembling on the ground, kowtowing.
"Master, I have failed in my duty. I let someone steal two boxes of the medicine."
A black sedan was parked in front of him. The person inside wore a hat that obscured their face.
"Clean up your loose ends..."
A hoarse voice, like that of an old man, drifted from the car.
A flicker of joy appeared in the kneeling man's eyes. As long as he was still useful, he wouldn't be eliminated.
The car window rolled up, and the vehicle drove away.
Only then did the man on the ground slowly get to his feet, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
'The Master's skills have improved again. Just his presence alone was suffocating.'
The man staggered over to a luxury car, opened the door, and got into the driver's seat.
The car sped off as if a vicious wolf were chasing it.
Several hours later, he drove into a low-key, traditional courtyard.
