“Son of a bitch!”

Erdi’s roar of anger echoed all over the room. Even his men outside were shivering in fear. For who-knew-how-many-times, Erdi received more and more reports of failure, making him feel like potent rage was burning his head.

He really couldn’t understand how that bastard Daniel cracked through his network when Miranda told him that Tara had ensured them that their puppet in the force guaranteed the safety of the routes they’d been using, and all this time, they’d never had any problem.

“Ray… this has got to do with that ex-army asshole,” Erdi muttered grudgingly. That was the highly likely since so far there had been no signs of Andrew anywhere, which could only meant two possibilities.

He was either still under, or already dead.