"Lost them?"
"I assigned you seven cars and more than twenty people taking turns tracking, and now, you're telling me that they've been lost!?"
Inside the police headquarters, the chief clutched the phone, with veins bulging like a grid on his forehead, his voice low and measured as if suppressing the eruption of a volcano.
"Yes, it's..."
The team leader responsible for tailing was drenched in cold sweat as his subordinates all kept as silent as cicadas in winter.
As expected, they would soon be facing the chief's tempestuous rage.
Ten minutes later...
The team leader scratched his confused ears, feeling like he was hearing things; it seemed as though the chief's scolding was still echoing in his mind.
It was only when his subordinate shouted loudly that he snapped back to attention and asked, "Ah, what did you say? Speak up."
"Are we still going after them?"