"So, we must eliminate any potential threats that could affect the organization's plans, understand?"
"Understood."
Ghost Scythe's lips curled into a slight smirk, replying coldly:
"Better to kill mistakenly than to let go. I've done such missions many times, guaranteeing they'll be handled cleanly without leaving any trace."
At this moment, the black SUV finally squeezed past the last handcart, turned its front, and accelerated out of the dimly lit area of Old Factory Street.
"Be careful, this person managed to escape from that man's hands, definitely has some skills. And if he's really part of the Special Search Team, we might have some unexpected incidents tonight."
Night Owl, being cautious, reminded his companion once more.
"Don't worry, I'm one of Black Shark's aces."
Ghost Scythe sneered disdainfully:
