The night was deep and silent, a blue figure emerged from the hotel. Under the dim light of the streetlamp, one could barely make out that it was the outline of a man.
A cold wind blew, accelerating the man's footsteps.
He raised his hand to press down on his hat, striding quickly towards the black car under the tree.
"Thump thump—"
The sound of knocking on the car window was dull and hurried.
The next second, the car window automatically rolled down, and the man took an envelope from his pocket and handed it in through the window.
"The money has been transferred to your account. You know what to do, I don't need to tell you, right?" a dark voice came from inside the car.
"I'll leave the capital tonight," said the man in the blue clothes, his tone obsequious.
Soon after, the car window closed, and the black sedan drove off into the distance.
...
The autumn grew intense, and the parasol trees at Beisen Academy turned a deep red.
