"Assistant Yu, is there still no news?"
In a private room of a high-end nightclub in Jianghai, a young man of noble demeanor asked coldly.
"No, there isn't."
A man standing below him shook his head, trembling with fear, worried that he might anger the young man in front of him.
"What in the world is going on? Six people and not a single piece of news from any of them?"
The young man furrowed his brows, pondering the various possibilities, yet he didn't have the slightest clue.
"Could there have been some kind of accident?"
Assistant Yu ventured to ask.
"What kind of accident?"
The young man's eyebrows twisted as he turned to give him a look.
"Could it be that they were all taken out by the target..."
Assistant Yu gestured across his neck with a hand.
"Impossible," the young man stated unequivocally, "I'm well aware of their capabilities. Let alone Su Chen, even Long Xiaoshan would find it impossible to wipe them all out."