A large dirt-hauling truck was parked beside a narrow street without streetlights.
In the passenger seat, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut turned his head to look at the dark alley not far away, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
"There was a change of plans; he was captured by another group."
"I followed them and now I'm at the old warehouse by the old sewage plant."
There was a long silence on the other end of the line, then a cold voice said, "Give it a try, if it doesn't work, make him shut up."
"Okay." The middle-aged man with a buzz cut spoke no more unnecessary words and, after hanging up, instructed the driver, "Tell Liu Zi to bring the gear over."
The driver nodded, took out his phone, and sent a message to Liu Zi.
After arranging everything, the middle-aged man with a buzz cut lit a cigarette and looked towards the alley with a cold gaze.
