Thursday evening.
Blackfoot Law Firm, top floor office.
This was the spot with the best view in Blackfoot Law Firm, and also Duanmu Heizu's office.
Duanmu Heizu looked at the landline phone in front of him, a hint of irritability gradually surfacing in his eyes.
Because according to his estimation, his subordinate should have called to report back half an hour ago.
He had given orders to a reliable staff member to deal with the troublemakers and handle the cleanup.
Following the person's usual practice, they would report to him after completing the task.
But why was there still no news today?
His men were professionals.
Logically, dealing with two young individuals with absolutely no fighting ability should have been an instant kill.
Could it be that he had encountered a tough nut and been killed instead?
Duanmu Heizu shook his head. How could that be possible?