"Mr. Thorneycroft, has Fox Miller succeeded in his task?"
Gonzalez City Airport.
A young man in sunglasses spoke up beside an elderly man dressed in a Zhongshan suit.
"Fox Miller is one of my most capable men, and he was well prepared. By now, Itai Huntington's corpse should be cold."
The elderly man glanced at the watch on his wrist, worth millions, and spoke emotionlessly.
His hair was completely white, hinting he must be over sixty years old, yet his spirit seemed very vigorous.
In his features, there was an air of authority.
After checking the time, the man clasped his hands behind his back and looked straight ahead.
"Father, Alonso Dragon has achieved little; you must not let him off lightly!" a woman by the old man's side said.
"Vito, Alonso indeed acted rashly, but he needs time to grow."