As the Leader of the Shadow Order, a notorious assassin group, paced back and forth in his hideout, his eyes never left the surveillance footage of Feng Yuansheng's movements. His team had been tracking the wealthy businessman for weeks, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
One of his henchmen approached him, holding a tablet displaying the live feed of Feng Yuansheng's convoy, followed by two SUVs. "Boss, the target is approaching us now," the henchman said, his voice low and steady.
"Excellent," the Leader replied, his voice cold and calculating. "Make sure they have no chance of escaping."
Meanwhile, Feng Yuansheng's men inside the SUVs had detected something off about their surroundings. They had been trained to remain alert at all times, and the feeling of being watched did not escape their notice.
