"Withdraw."
These two words existed almost like an order, not to be refused.
Daine was not surprised by this tone of voice; in fact, he was used to it. "Ah? Why?"
"No reason."
Daine was quite baffled by the answer given by Xiao Qimo—he remembered Mr. Xiao never gave this kind of reason before.
He felt somewhat troubled: "Mr. Xiao, I'm afraid it's not possible to withdraw—the message has already been announced globally. With time pressing and tasks heavy, we have no choice but to execute the death command from above! However, what exactly is your reason? With Number 13's help, it would be very…"
Before he could finish, Xiao Qimo hung up the phone.
Clenching his palm into a fist, he hammered heavily down on the windowsill. Accompanying his action, the room temperature suddenly dropped several degrees.
