"Failed? How could it? What kind of assassins did you hire?" Belfor demanded, his voice sharp.
His gaze was fixed on Rick and Erland—full of anger and hatred.
Rick bit his lower lip before answering. "I enlisted the Blood Moon Organization from the eastern continent. They hired independent professional assassins as a precaution. But last night, I received word that the assassins lost track—meaning they might all be dead."
He hadn't expected this either. At first, he thought the plan would work flawlessly. What he hadn't anticipated was that the assassination would fail.
Belfor gritted his teeth in frustration. "Did you leave any trace that the order came from us?"
"Don't worry, Leader. I can guarantee that everything was completely erased," Rick assured solemnly.
He wasn't that careless. Knowing that the Red Obsidian Trading House was under surveillance, his caution had reached its peak.
Belfor exhaled and leaned back against the seat.
