Somewhere on the planet of Doha, in a top-secret location, someone was reporting the results of their operation through a communicator. "Sir, the people below have sent back the news — we have failed."
"What happened?" The screen was pitch-black, and the disguised voice that came through was cold and mechanical.
"There were way too many people protecting that brat, not just those opposing us, but even the Blades showed up."
"The Blades? Why are they involved?" The other could not understand why the bladed forces would appear here and now.
"Sir, what should we do now?" The caller's forehead was dripping with sweat. His superior was unforgiving of failure — he was deeply afraid that he would lose his head over this.
"Looks like the situation is a little complicated." The bladed forces' involvement was clearly a concern to the other. "Ling Xiao's son ... perhaps they are using him as bait now."
