The leader's final move had been a desperate one. He had signaled the hidden assassin to destroy the covey, and in a blink of an eye, it had fallen off the cliff, leaving behind nothing but smoke and flames. The leader cackled with delight.
But as he turned to face Feng Yuansheng, he noticed something peculiar. Feng Yuansheng's expression remained placid, devoid of any emotion. The leader's eyes darted back towards the cliff, trying to catch a glimpse of the fallen covey.
"You are mistaken," Feng Yuansheng said calmly, breaking the leader's concentration. "Your mission have failed."
The leader furrowed his brow, puzzled. "What are you talking about? The covey is gone. Your nephew is dead."
Just then, a helicopter landed nearby, and a figure emerged from within. It was Captain Liang Jun. "Sir," he announced. "Young master Yun is safe. He's already at the airport with secretary Li Ming."
The leader's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's impossible," he stammered.
