Chapter 652 The Scythe
- Quarter past midnight.
- In the birch forest, a flawless, wiry man hidden in the shadows checked the hands on his military watch. His brows bunched into a knot. The easy, cocky grin he wore froze bit by bit.
- “Boss, the Sun family’s crew has been inside for over an hour. Why’s there no movement? In all this time, hell, even if you had to make up two targets, the job should’ve been done.”