"Interesting," said a slim, bald man, just over 1.7 meters tall, as he slowly approached the group from the shadows.
The lower half of the man's face was covered by a black mask, and his eyes were pitch black, with no whites visible.
His hands hanging at his sides, his fingertips sharp as knives, he wore a fitted black leather jacket.
Pinned to the collar of the jacket, on one side, was a communicator.
It was this communicator that was making the noise.
"I didn't expect the USB stick with the names to actually be in your hands..." said a voice through the speaker, synthesized and gender-neutral, but clearly relieved.
"That's him!" Li Han's eyes reddened the moment he saw the man.
It was this man who had killed most of his brothers before!
"Good, now that you're all gathered, it spares me the trouble of looking further. Hong Lin, kill everyone," came the voice from the communicator.