Edward stared at the surface of the swimming pool with a tired expression, the water is so clear and still. Night noises filled the chilly, midnight air. The sudden turn of events greatly affected his plans but he's not the type to sit idly and mourn. He's way passed that. Countless precious lives have been taken, enormous amount of blood have been shed. There's no other way but to move forward and regain what was brutally stolen. He drank the remaining bourbon in his glass, his throat tingled in the mixture of bitterness and excitement. He fished out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. The other line rang a few times before it was picked up by someone.
"Yo, what's up?", a voice of a man answered.
"Drop everything and come back. We'll need to change the plan."
"What?! Why?", Yao Wushan asked in a surprised tone. He had been gathering information for the last 6 months in Moscow. He had been through a lot in this cold place but now Edward wants him to stop?! Did he hear it correctly or was it just his imagination? After all, he was already in his sleep when he received the call. It's 7 in the evening in Moscow but the snowstorm is so strong outside. Instead of visiting a bar to have a few drinks, he chose to stay the night in this little wooden house he rented.