In SH City, inside a remote apartment building, a middle-aged man dialed a phone number again, only to be met once more with an automated "unable to connect" message.
"It's been two hours. Still no word? Don't tell me something really went wrong..." the man muttered, frowning deeply.
"It doesn't make sense. All four of them are professionally trained assassins—this kind of minor job shouldn't be a problem."
Just then, his phone suddenly rang. Seeing the caller ID show "Mr. Sterling," he immediately answered.
"Did you get him?" came a voice from the other end.
"Mr. Sterling, the situation's getting out of hand. I've lost contact with every person I sent," the man said grimly.
"What do you mean? You didn't get him?"
"I really don't know what's going on right now," the man replied helplessly.
"Didn't I tell you to send someone reliable?"
