A few hours later, on Zhangye Street.
A figure in a loose trench coat swiftly approached.
A black sedan was parked by the side of the road, the window on the driver's side slowly rolled down. Violet glanced at the figure.
Casio held a box in each hand, his palms that held the boxes were fitted with a pair of distinctively marked white gloves.
"Looks like... it was successful?" Violet turned her head back.
Click, the rear door was pulled open. Casio bent over and entered the carriage, sitting on the seat with the two boxes placed on the carpet.
"Congratulations, BOSS."
A congratulatory voice came from Violet in the front driver's seat.
Casio didn't answer, he merely nodded. After a moment, he said, "Take me home, no, go to the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall first." He glanced at the watch on his wrist.
"Alright."
The sedan started up and promptly drove towards the Red Tower Street.
