But the mysterious superior, with an eccentric personality and unpredictable whereabouts, threw this decapitation risk reconnaissance task on him to handle.
Night Owl rubbed his forehead with his hand, feeling a bit of a headache.
He wondered where Lord Claude was right now…
Time was ticking away.
Feng Jincai waited for a long time, then cautiously lifted his head to glance at Night Owl at the head of the table.
Finding that the other's expression was unpredictable and hiding deep apprehension in his eyes, he couldn't hold back anymore, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked:
"Lord Night Owl, since we've touched the target's bottom line, has there been any word from above… when are we planning to take action?"
Night Owl's eyes suddenly snapped open, his gaze cut through Feng Jincai's face like a knife:
"Who told you I was going to take action?!"
"Uh…"
