Three black figures wearing nightclothes were hiding beside the main road. They stared at the pitch-black turn in front of them.
"Tonight is our last chance. If we fail, we might not be able to leave China. If we are lucky enough to escape, we will still have to face death because we failed our mission."
A tall foreign lady with golden hair and blue eyes opened her mouth and said to the other two men.
"Understood!"
Her companions looked grave. They fully understood the severe consequences, so they nodded in reply.
"There are three cars. Kill everyone besides the daughter of Longhai," the golden-haired lady, Hill, said, "I will catch Long Yao personally!"
None of them noticed a pitch-black crow cleaning its feathers on the crown of a tree in the forest behind them. It was staring at them with its blood-red eyes.
Suddenly, the roars of engines were heard on the quiet road.
It came closer and closer!
"They're here!"