"Understood, I'll arrange it right away!"
The old man who received the order immediately pulled out his cell phone to contact the people who were in charge of monitoring White Mitchell.
However, a puzzled look appeared on the old man's face.
"What on earth is Scarface doing? Is he slacking off at this time?" The old man muttered to himself while frowning and promptly dialed another person's number.
But, the same situation happened again, no one answered the phone.
Faced with this situation, the old man's face turned from a hint of confusion to suspicion, and faintly, he felt uneasy.
Could it be that something has happened?
The old man paused and hurriedly pulled out the numbers of several other people, and called them one by one.
But the result was the same.
It was as if those who had been sent to keep an eye on White Mitchell had suddenly vanished from the face of the earth and could not be reached at all.