Chapter 1292

An old, raspy voice came through the phone. The speaker sounded anxious with a sense of urgency. "We've got a major problem, Mr. Welch. Frost screwed up." Oscar's hand shook a bit on the fishing rod, but his tone stayed calm. "If he can't get it done, just refund the money. How bad could it really be?" He was really surprised by that outcome. Frost was the most talented among all the assassins in The Fate order, excelling in both guns and combat. Oscar viewed Frost as The Fate Order's signature and the best assassin they had. Last time, Frost only had one bullet, but it fell to the floor below. That was why he failed the mission. After coming back, he ditched the bad habit of carrying just one bullet. Now he'd always carry two. Honestly, Oscar didn't think two bullets were enough. But with Frost's aim, having one more was just being safe. He probably wouldn't even need it. With two bullets, Oscar was convinced that Frost would never fail again. So, he couldn't figure out why the