Hidden around a corner in the dark of night, a man in hemp clothing carefully scanned his surroundings while waiting patiently. Suddenly, he caught sight of a figure in black appearing at the edge of the street. A look of sheer relief flashed across his face, and he hurriedly stepped out to meet the newcomer.
"The fox is out, and it's all mine!"
"Nine lives, one for each of us!"
"Black Fox, you're finally here. Is everything ready? We're moving a lot slower tonight. Hurry up, I'm worried things might go south if we drag this out!"
After verifying their identities, the man who had been waiting seemed rather disgruntled. However, his tense expression softened slightly when the other man handed him a cigarette.
"What're you so scared of? Everything's fine. Don't go trying to spook me now!"
"What am I scared of? Damn it, you know as well as I do that the mad dogs at the guard station aren't on our side. If they catch us doing this, they'll gun us down on the spot!"
