Thousands of kilometres away from Salvine city, at a remote location, a man cladded in complete black attire, with a leather trench coat hanging over his shoulder, stood outside a dark grey Range Rover sports.
He leaned against the car, a cloud of smoke curling lazily from his lips as he took a long drag from his thick cigar.
Blowing out rings of smoke like a pro, he casually dialled a number and brought his phone to his ear, his dark shade masking the sinister glint in his eyes.
The line connected on the first ring with a deep chilly male's voice resonating in the background.
"Is it done?"
"Yes, boss." A devilish smirk curled up the side of the man's lips.
"What about the witness?"
"Taken care of. He died with the others and his account has been wiped clean."
"Good. We cannot afford any sloppy job knowing the man we are dealing with."
"You can rest assured, boss, There is no way it can be traced back to you. We will keep him chasing his tail and hunting his rival."
