Two hundred and thirty-six. One thing

"When will you come to pick it up?"

Lu Li did not back out, choosing to pay Marcus as they had agreed upon earlier.

With the 250 investigation points he had just received, he could barely scrape together 5000 shillings.

"Of course, I— oh damn it!"

There were a series of chaotic crashes and shouts from the other side of the phone, Marcus's voice abruptly stopped, followed by the sound of running footsteps.

Seconds later, Marcus returned to the phone and said anxiously:

"Things aren't looking good on my end, the cops have found me! Damn it... I've got to run, I'll contact you later!"

Marcus hurriedly hung up the phone, turned to look at the increasingly exaggerated shaking of the door, grabbed a suitcase that seemed to have been prepared under the table, yanked the cord, stuffed the phone inside, snapped the buckle, and pushed open the window.

Whoosh—