The question of orders weighed heavily on him, a burden he couldn't easily shake off. The loss of his first and second teams had been a harsh lesson.
Despite enduring for the past six days, most of his team members had faced adversaries of lesser caliber—low-level humans and Blood Slaves, their victories easy to attain.
However, encountering an individual of high-caliber like Jin was an unanticipated challenge. The gravity of his realization settled upon him like a leaden cloak, a sentiment he expressed through a rueful self-assessment.
"I've been careless," he admitted, his fingers rubbing at his forehead in an unconscious gesture of exasperation.
Finally, Vice Leader Mang's fingers reached the walkie-talkie's power button, the device emitting a soft buzz that reverberated in the quiet air. He looked hesitant for a moment before he sighed, his intention to contact his boss evident.
