A burly man stood near the Grey-Faced Buzzard as he stared upward at it. He did so for about half a second before the communicator on his wrist suddenly sounded.
"Master, I lost them," a voice was heard from the communicator.
"I know. You should head back for now." The man hung up the phone and dialed another number. The phone rang three times before he decided to cancel the call. Normally, his men answered his calls within two rings. If they did not answer after two rings, it only meant one thing - the person on the other line was dead.
The man clenched his fists hard before releasing his strength. With a grin on the corners of his mouth, he said, "Very well. Brave enough to kill my men, I see."
After a while, he dialed another number. "Don't bother coming over, Woody's dead. Go over there and take care of things. When you're done, I'll arrange a proper funeral for him. But before that, I'll teach Gu Ding a painful lesson... "
