"I understand. I just wanted to reassure you, not rush for the payment. Feel free to call me again—whether it's the Grim Reaper or a god, we can bring them down with a single shot."
"Alright, hanging up now," the other person responded indifferently.
The man let out a cold snort, shutting off his phone. He removed the SIM card and tossed it into the river behind the house.
His eyes glinted coldly in the dark, like a phantom or a bloodthirsty wolf prowling in the night. He was Blood Wolf, the leader of the most mysterious assassin group, the Blood Wolf Squad.
Assassin squads like his usually consisted of four or five members, making it easier to complete missions. However, Eric's men had already captured the sharpshooter, and for the first time, Blood Wolf found himself in a difficult situation. He couldn't understand why the usually infallible marksman, known as "One-Shot Blade," had been caught.
