His assistants stood frozen in the room, heads bowed, not daring to speak.
Old Master Fu's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins in his neck bulged with fury. His hand trembled as he slammed it on the table again, voice rising with every word.
"He was in the warehouse! Tied up like a pig! You had ONE job! One!" he shouted. "And now, not only is he gone, but Gu Nian is in the hospital! And Yu Sicong knows everything!"
One of the assistants, a younger man with a nervous look, finally spoke up, voice shaking,
"S-Sir… we didn't expect Yu Sicong to show up so fast. Someone must have tipped him off."
"Tipped him off?" Old Master Fu growled.
"You think that bastard needs a tip-off to ruin everything? He's like a damn ghost! Always showing up when you least want him to!"
He started pacing the room, muttering curses under his breath. Then he suddenly stopped.
