In a lavish mansion in the countryside of Provincial City.
Son Lingfei sat behind an office table. He was anxiously looking at the phone in his hands.
He occasionally turned his head to look at his wristwatch.
'How could this be? It's already a full day, and there's no news yet?'
Two hundred million Merrican dollars should be enough to send those assassins into a frenzy.
As far as he knew, countless assassins had arrived in Huaxia. They were the ones behind the shooting in the downtown cinema and the explosion in the residential area.
That would also mean that the assassins were set into motion.
However, nothing seemed to have happened to the kid, which made him incredibly frustrated.
'It's been almost five hours since the first attack started. There should be at least some news, right? Don't tell me that all the assassins are useless?'
