In this world, some people live in the sunlight, while others dwell in the shadows.
On a deserted mountain road in Beverly Hills, an ordinary jeep flickered its headlights in the night.
A bright red sports car approached from afar and came to a stop beside the jeep.
Both drivers rolled down their windows at the same time—an Eastern man's face appeared in the jeep, a Western beauty's face in the sports car.
The Eastern man said coldly, "Did you bring the money?"
The Western beauty replied, "I brought it, but it seems your mission this time wasn't successful, was it? How come her daughter survived?"
The man's lips twitched, a frown creasing his brow. "That was just an accident!"
The woman laughed. "I'm just joking, I'm not that cruel—I wouldn't really want you to kill a little girl!"
She stepped out gracefully, her long legs swaying, fetched a duffel bag from the trunk, and handed it to the Eastern man.
"All the money's here. Let's work together again if there's a chance!"
