He had finished half of the day's work and would wait in a rest area along the way for Sarlas—waiting in the lobby for two strange guests was not wise. If he were to run into a night shift colleague, he wouldn't be able to explain it away, even with a thousand excuses.
After walking a few steps, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped. He noticed a wallet on the ground.
What's this? He looked around and saw no one.
So, he bent over, picked up the wallet, and flipped through it, finding only a note.
Opening it, illuminated by the flame of his lighter, the middle-aged man read the words on the note, and his pupils shrank to pinpoints.
He wanted to turn around, but at that moment, a crossbow arrow whistled through his already hardening skin. A cross bolt tore a massive open wound in his chest and sent him flying backward.
Ultimately, the middle-aged man fell to the ground. While struggling in agony, he saw the note fall in front of him.
