"Where is the item?"
"Didn't I already hand the item over to your subordinates?"
"But they said they didn't even see you."
"How is that possible? I clearly handed the box to the person in white clothes, and she even waved at me."
In a remote village in the suburbs of Central City, the black-clad man from before was arguing with a hunched old man.
He had come to demand the rest of his commission from the old man, but the old man claimed the task hadn't been completed.
This greatly angered him. He had clearly delivered the item intact to the old man's subordinate, yet now they claimed they hadn't even seen him.
Wasn't this just trying to welch on the payment?
"However, the item never reached my hands."
"Hah, who knows if the item reached your hands or not. I only know that I handed the item over to those two subordinates of yours."
The black-clad man sneered. "One in black, one in white, at an intersection on that street."
"Are you doubting me?" the old man said coldly. His expression was terrible; it was clear that the anger in his heart was no less than the black-clad man's.
"Hah, don't you know whether I'm doubting you? I clearly handed the item over to the people you designated at the scheduled time and place, yet now you're claiming I didn't deliver it to you."
The black-clad man didn't spare the old man any face, crossing his arms with an expression that said, 'I'm not lying.'
"You..."
"What 'You'? If you don't believe me, go check the surveillance footage and see if I delivered the item to your subordinates."
The old man waved his sleeve. "I've already sent people to investigate, but for some reason, all the surveillance cameras in that area failed tonight."
Their initial plan did not include neutralizing all the surveillance along the route. After the handover, both parties were supposed to use blind spots to escape, so there was no need to deliberately damage the cameras and attract attention.
However, when the old man tried to check the footage from that street, he discovered that all the surveillance cameras on that road during that time period had failed due to various reasons.
There wasn't a single working camera on the entire road.
This was extremely suspicious.
"Mr. Ghost Shadow, Old Eagle, I have a guess. Would the two of you be interested in hearing it?" Just as the two were at a stalemate, a petite, black-haired girl slowly walked up to them.
She was wearing the school uniform of a relatively famous high school in Central City, looking like an ordinary, pretty high school student.
But upon seeing the girl, the old man immediately showed a respectful expression. He bent over and said solemnly, "If Miss Sukina is willing to offer guidance, this old one will listen intently."
"And what about Mr. Ghost Shadow?"
"That old guy respects you so much, so it seems you're not a nobody. Fine, I'd like to hear what insights you have." The black-clad man did not refuse.
He knew this old man; Old Eagle was a well-known figure in the Dark World. Could a girl whom he respected so highly be ordinary?
However, the black-clad man believed his ability to judge people was decent, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't find anything special about this black-haired girl besides her cuteness.
Could she be the young mistress of some family?
But since when did Old Eagle give this kind of spoiled brat so much respect?
Furthermore, they were discussing secrets here, so why could this girl just walk in casually?
"Could this young lady be Old Eagle's client this time?"
"Say less." Old Eagle replied coldly.
This reaction already explained a few things.
"It's fine, it's fine. We have a lot more cooperation ahead of us." The girl said, smiling. "Mr. Ghost Shadow, what were the height and build of the two people you met earlier?"
"Height and build?" The black-clad man thought for a moment, gesturing with his hands. "The person in white clothes was about the same height as Miss Sukina. The person in black clothes was a bit taller. Although they were heavily covered, based on my judgment, they should both be female."
"Female?" The girl glanced at Old Eagle with interest.
Old Eagle's expression was somewhat helpless. None of his subordinates matched the black-clad man's description.
He had given the item to the wrong people.
"Ah, wrong, wrong! The people I sent were all men, and about your height!" Old Eagle said, stomping his foot.
This was a huge deal; he was unwilling to accept this loss.
"This is interesting. I'm not in a hurry to get that book, but I want to know why this so-called foolproof plan had such a major oversight."
The girl rubbed her chin and brought up a question that both the black-clad man and the old man had subconsciously ignored.
"At our scheduled time and place, someone sent people dressed exactly like ours to intercept the goods. Don't the two of you feel this is a bit too coincidental?"
Seriously, can such a coincidence really happen in the world?
It couldn't possibly be that two separate groups intuitively chose the same place and the same attire, causing this mix-up, right?
Something comparable to winning the lottery is impossible no matter how you look at it.
"Mr. Old Eagle, it seems your channels aren't as safe and hidden as you thought."