"Lester, your information is wrong, there's no Room 98 in that inn," Chen Ke said while standing outside the inn, calling Lester.
It was now 8:15 p.m., and the streets of Gun Tie District were not as bustling as those of Raffi Road. By 9 p.m., the area had already turned pitch dark with hardly a soul around.
"Hmm? What are you talking about?" Lester's voice, altered by a voice changer, sounded somewhat puzzled.
"I'm talking about the third one we're looking for, the address on the back of the photo," Chen Ke reminded.
"Are you sure it says Room 98 at Ande's Affordable Inn?" Lester asked.
Chen Ke was taken aback, he pulled out the target's photograph from his bosom. He had already burned the photographs of the other two targets he had dealt with; this was the only one he kept.
Unlike the other targets, this man's photograph seemed more formal, as if he was smiling at the camera. It was evident that the other two targets had been captured in secret shots.