Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room, the air reeked with the smell of blood and alcohol mixed together.
It was a dreadful sight as blood-soaked gauzes were strewn all over the table and a single, bloody bullet rested on a silver tray.
Just then, a voice broke the silence. “It's done, Boss!”
Boss was deathly pale, with beads of sweat trickling down his face as he bit down hard on a rag. When he saw that his wound had gotten bandaged, he pulled the rag out of his mouth, albeit weakly.
“Boss, what should we do next?” one of the subordinates asked.
Boss merely clenched his jaws with an evil glint in his eyes.
“Since we've lost the goods, I don't see any point in staying here. Who knows if those people would come after us?” the subordinate added. “Boss, should we leave overnight?”
“Wouldn't it attract even more attention if we leave now? Moreover, Boss has injured his leg!” another man chimed in.
“What should we do, then? We can't just stay here indefinitely, can we? Boss!”
“Shut up!" Boss suddenly shouted, silencing the two men.
A while later, he slowly lifted his gaze and glared at them. “Don't worry.
Those guys won't come looking for us here.”
“But, Boss, I'm sure Reichen's men won't let us off!” his subordinate insisted.
“Reichen?” Boss muttered with a frown. “What do you mean? What does he have to do with this?”
“The men who robbed our goods are Rcichen's subordinates! Boss, did you not know that?”
Boss' gaze instantly darkened. “Are you saying those at the jetty were all Reichen's men?”
His subordinates nodded.
“Are you sure?” Boss asked coldly.
“We've sparred with them plenty of times, and the leader is none other than the younger brother of Reichen’s assistant,” the subordinates bellowed. “It's a shame we didn't get to finish him off this time!”
Upon hearing that, Boss narrowed his eyes, his expression even grimmer than before. “It looks like they've put in a lot of effort to deal with me, huh?” he scoffed.
His subordinates, on the other hand, were a bundle of nerves. “Boss, what should we do? Now that we've failed our mission, it'd be difficult to explain to the general too.”
Boss grew steely-eyed and pondered for a moment before curling his lips into a sneer.
Since things have gotten to this point, I suppose it's time for me to play hardball. J, I'll make sure you lose everything that you cherish!
At the thought of that, he turned to his subordinates. “I want you guys to prepare for our return trip. Leave the rest to me!”
“What about the general?”
“Don't worry. I have a plan!” Boss assured.
With that, the subordinates finally felt more relieved and nodded.
“All right, Boss. Have a good rest!” they said and filed out of the room.
With them gone, Boss stared at the phone on the table before picking it up to make a call.
“Hello.”
When he heard the familiar voice on the other end, Boss' eyes promptly lit up with a devilish gleam.
“Ms. Watson, it's already so late. Why are you still up?”
“I'm sure you didn't call me at this hour just to ask some nonsense questions,” Natasha retorted bluntly.
Boss burst out laughing. “What's with that tone, Ms. Watson? You don't sound as friendly as you did when we met the other day.”
“You, however, are still as long-winded as before.”
“Ah, I see you've gotten to know me better, Ms. Watson,” Boss answered with a smirk.
“I'm not interested in that. What I'm interested in is why you're looking for me.”
“In that case, I shall cut to the chase.
“I don't think you're helping me out of the kindness of your heart. Neither do I think it's because of your relationship with my father,” Natasha quipped, her words harsh and straight to the point.
Needless to say, Boss was rendered speechless. He knew he couldn't make any more excuses.
“Of course,” he replied after a while.
“Why don't you come clean about your motive, then? Be a man, for goodness' sake!”
Boss narrowed his eyes as annoyance flared inside him. “Do you hear yourself? Don't you know you're taunting a man?”
“It doesn't matter!” Natasha snapped back, not at all bothered.
“What about that man? Does he not matter to you, too?”
“What do you mean?” Natasha instantly replied.
“Oh, nothing much,” Boss muttered.
“I'm just envious of him.”
“If you only called me to tell me this load of crap, you can hang up this instance!”
“Wait!” Boss suddenly shouted. After mulling it over for a few seconds, he continued, “Fine. I can tell you the reason. I want one of your father's documents.”
This time around, Natasha didn't give a hasty reply as the wheels in her head started turning.
She knew nothing about her father's job and was even more clueless about the document that Boss had mentioned out of the blue.
Just then, a boarding announcement rang out in the airport.
“Dear passengers, this is the boarding call for flight EK360 to Spaunia.
Please have your boarding pass ready and proceed to gate nine...”
Boss was surprised. “You're at the airport? Are you going to Zaewora?”
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