The small boy didn't ask any more questions. He took the mask and quickly put it on his face, then clutched the twenty thousand Hong Kong dollars tightly and turned around, sprinting towards the subway station.
Qi Yun lit another cigarette, watching as the frail figure gradually disappeared from view.
He could feel that everything the small boy said was probably true, but it still wasn't enough to make him believe that the boy would return after getting the package.
However, even if the other party ran off with those gold bars, it didn't matter. At least it was for his mother's medical treatment, better than benefiting that bastard Vice President Liu.
After finishing three cigarettes, the familiar figure appeared at the end of the alley.
The small boy's footsteps were hurried; it was clear he had run all the way.
He came up to Qi Yun, took off his mask, and said breathlessly, "The... the thing is in my hands." With that, he handed over a not-too-large package.
