It was already past twelve-thirty in midnight when they reached the dock, and the April night breeze carried a hint of pleasant chill. Finger paid three hundred yuan, and together with the driver of the car they had hired, the three of them unloaded the equipment from the trunk.
"Big brother, actually we're all good people, please don't call the police," Finger walked over to the driver's side window and slid another red hundred-yuan bill inside. "This is for fixing your car door. Such a small hole, just patch it up, don't waste too much money."
"Right, right," the bearded man nodded repeatedly. This was the first time he had ever met such weird people. Since the other party told him not to call the police, he had no choice but to comply; otherwise, the person lying in that black box tomorrow might well be him.
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