Hunter sat in a quiet cafe with his secretary standing beside him. The place smelled of warm bread and coffee, but Hunter’s face showed no warmth at all.

Hunter asked in a low voice,

“How bad is the injury?”

The secretary looked nervous.

“I was told he fell from a height of three stories. The safety handrails or safety nets were not installed. There is a high chance he might not survive the night.”

Hunter tapped his fingers on the table.

“So it means I still have time.”

The secretary blinked.

“Pardon?”

Hunter kept staring straight ahead.

“Contact the subcontractor that hired the worker.”

The secretary frowned.

“What do you...