In the dead of night, Gu Chen crept to Su Mei’s door. He set down a heavy bag of dead Crystal-Shell Scorpion and a folded note, then knocked sharply a few times before melting back into the shadows of a nearby alley. He waited, holding his breath, until he saw the door crack open and Mei pull the bag and note inside.
The collaboration had paid off handsomely. Gu Chen received the six million promised by Qin Xuan, plus another eighty thousand
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