Chapter 768 Get Someone Who Can Call the Shots!

• Night fell over Choyze, and inside the Lloyd Residence, Owen sat comfortably on his couch, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was waiting for good news from the mission, but no word had come.
• "Those useless idiots! They've been gone for so long; why haven't they reported back yet? They must be getting complacent. Once they get back, I'll make sure they understand what happens when they fail to complete a mission on time!"
• Owen's eyes flashed with a violent rage, his face contorted with dissatisfaction. Hours had passed, and yet they hadn't accomplished the task. What kind of efficiency was this?