Cold Xiaoxie didn't even glance at the box, simply nodding towards his men.
His subordinate walked over, opened the box, and carefully checked the money inside.
"Brother Sen, rest assured, they're all old bills, no consecutive numbers, absolutely safe," the short, fat man said with a smile.
"Brother Sen," the subordinate walked over, "The money is fine."
"Good." Cold Xiaoxie stopped fiddling with his cigarette, "Go get the goods!"
The subordinate responded, leading a companion out of the workshop.
By the window, Memoria Campbell shrunk slightly, watching the direction those two subordinates left. She turned her face to see Iria Lindsay already drawing her gun.
She immediately frowned and grabbed Iria Lindsay's wrist.
Iria Lindsay pulled her hand away, raising the pistol to shoot into the sky.
Memoria quickly grabbed her elbow, snatching the gun in her haste, inadvertently kicking a brick with her foot, causing a light sound.
