"So, everyone from Galod is dead?"
The man with bronzed-gold short hair sat back in the plush leather chair, dressed in pure white formal attire, looking up at the man in black standing before him with his head bowed.
"Yes, by the time we arrived, there wasn't a single survivor, everyone was shot in vital areas, killed with a single bullet. We found a body in an alley that appeared to be Mr. Galod's. It seems he took a direct hit from a grenade explosion; when we found him, he was already blown into several pieces."
The man in black explained rapidly.
"The priest we sent is dead too? Not one living witness?"
The man in white formal attire asked with a slight frown.
"The place Mr. Galod chose was under his absolute control,"
The man in black paused, then slowly said, "The area was surrounded by his men. The priest was impaled on a steel rod, propped up off the ground. Everything had ended by the time we got there."
"Useless!"
