Late at night, all was quiet.
After confirming that Shirley had fallen asleep, Bennett quietly crept out of the quilt.
He hid in the bathroom, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand. He frowned and said solemnly, "Emergency. Emergency. Calling Quintin."
After a while, a response came from the other side of the walkie-talkie.
"Copy that. Bennett, please speak."
"Right now, come to Violet Apartment to meet me. Immediately!"
"Roger! Roger!"
After the exchange, Bennett put away the walkie-talkie and quietly left the house.
At the pavilion of the apartment, wearing a mask and a black windbreaker, the tall and straight Mr. Quintin had arrived as promised.
At the same time, Bennett also carried his small briefcase and hurried over to meet him under the moonlight.
"Quintin, you are really punctual. As expected of the man that I appreciate. I will add ten points to this."