Near the train station of the desert country.
As soon as Watson's private chef got off the train, he was stopped by a saleswoman,
"Sir, do you need it? We'll sell it at a low price. I promise it's worth it."
"Even if you don't need it yourself, you can still make a fortune by selling it. Buy some."
The suit Watson gave him was so big that Watson thought it fit him, so he gave it to him.
This was also his favorite suit. Wearing it, he did look unusual. People who didn't know him might think he was a millionaire.
But he had never been interested in drugs, let alone in the off-road vehicle that had always picked him up.
"Sorry, I don't need... I have to go. Don't stop me."
When Bata was talking to the drug criminals, he did not expect the police were chasing after him.
The drug dealers were so scared that they threw away all their things and ran away in a hurry.
I saw the police officers look at the shiny white things and hurriedly chase after them.