Irfan versus Signora (1)

"Ugh. That gunshot. It was nasty!" Irfan reacted as he patched the bloody part at his six-pack body at the right close to his gastric by using the bandage made by his own cloth. 

Then, he contacted Yao Xuan once again. 

He pressed the number as he said,

"Four, six, five, six, three, three, three, three, zero."

Then, he pressed the green button on his smartphone. 

Tuut... Tuut... Tuut...

"You don't have to find her now."

Blast!

"Fuck!" Irfan dodged the darkness sphere hastily. However, as the damage recoiled from his wound. He staggered and coughed the blood.

"Junior Irfan, you are much smarter and talented than me. But you had known it yourself right? For the weakest part of being a human?"

"I have no regards with you anymore, Signora. Better go before I made the things gone ugly."