Mo Shangjun leisurely pulled out all the cash from her wallet.
Not much, just a few thousand bucks.
But the way she took out the bills one by one, unhurried and methodical, was enough to make anyone's blood boil.
Leaving not even a single coin behind, Mo Shangjun handed the now-empty wallet back to Xiaohei behind her.
Xiaohei, though livid, didn't dare voice his anger, his face dark as he took the wallet back.
"You've been following me for so long. Have you noticed anyone else around?"
Stuffing the cash into the pocket of her coat, Mo Shangjun asked.
Xiaojin: "Nope."
Xiaoyin: "Not at all."
Xiaohei: "...Yes."
The belated reply from Xiaohei earned him a pair of synchronized cold stares from Xiaojin and Xiaoyin.
Xiaohei fell silent for a moment, then simply pulled off his earpiece and handed it, along with his phone, to Mo Shangjun.
"The Head wants to talk to you," he gritted through clenched teeth.
Hearing the phrase "The Head," Xiaojin and Xiaoyin immediately caught on.
