"What did you say? Sato-kun also... Hmm, hmm, I understand."
Hanging up the phone, the boss of the Red Butterfly held his aching head and sat down on the sofa.
The plan failed so thoroughly, and even Sato-kun, such an impressive master, died in the Capital City. This is really astonishing.
"Nightingale, Ye Xiaofan..." The boss of Red Butterfly muttered these two names. Especially that Ye Xiaofan, who particularly irked him.
Repeatedly, his appearance caused the Red Butterfly to suffer tremendous losses again and again, and this time even pulled in Sato-kun. How could he account for this to the headquarters?
"Hey, send down the order, put Ye Xiaofan's information on the main page and publish an assassination order. The reward is three million."
