Two hours later, a large group of people arrived at the deceased sniper's location, faces ashen, a tense killing aura nearly bursting forth. Everyone was silent, and the leader was Fox Wolf, the second-in-command of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group. Since they had not received a security report from the sniper within the designated time, Fox Wolf knew something had gone wrong. He led his men in pursuit, but by then the place was deserted, leaving behind only a chilling corpse.
Fox Wolf coldly gazed at the lifeless sniper, his face as stern as granite and shrouded in gloom, as if it were frozen ice that would never thaw. The air around seemed to grow several degrees colder. Standing next to Fox Wolf were two guards, standing tall like spears, who vigilantly surveyed their surroundings while showing no concern for the sniper's body on the ground.
