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A tall man stood not far from the Gray Vulture, looking up at it for a moment when his wrist communicator suddenly rang.
"Sir, I lost them," came a voice from the other end of the communicator.
"I understand, come back," the man ended the call and dialed another number. After three rings, he decisively hung up. Normally, his subordinates would definitely answer within two rings. If it exceeded two rings and no one answered, it could only mean one thing—the person on the other end of the communicator was already dead.
The man clenched his fists tightly, then released them, a cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Not bad, you even dare to kill my people."
After a moment, he dialed another number, "You don't need to come, Woody has been eliminated. Go handle it. I'll arrange a decent funeral for him once things here are settled. But before that, I'll give Guding a hard lesson..."
