KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
The office door was tapped lightly.
Gulade stood up from the leather sofa, casually fastening the last button on his suit. "Come in," he said flatly.
The office door was pushed open, and a Caucasian subordinate with a grim expression walked in, his steps hurried.
Seeing his subordinate's demeanor, Director Pete's heart sank. That bad feeling he had was now fully realized. He rushed forward, grabbed the man's arm, and asked, "Fritz, what's the situation?"
"Sirs, the situation doesn't look good. Our scouts just sent word that Number 22 Haitian Road is completely surrounded by men from the Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall. Weng Xiaolin and Liu Changfeng were already heading to the scene with their people and have likely arrived by now. However, we still have no news of the three Fighters. Our scouts didn't see them leave Number 22 Haitian Road. I'm afraid..."
The subordinate, Fritz, reported in a low voice.
