The secret transaction lasted for about three hours. As dawn began to break, black sedans gradually left the abandoned construction site. The last to leave were four black luxury cars.
In the back seat of the second luxury car, a man with slightly lowered eyes showed no change in his demeanor. Despite the magnitude of the transaction, his expression remained as calm as ever.
In the front passenger seat, one of his subordinates, trying to gauge their boss's thoughts, asked cautiously, "Boyce, what should we do next?"
The man remained impassive, his lips barely moving as he replied in a calm tone, "No rush."
"Yes, sir." Although his subordinate couldn't discern his emotions, it was reassuring to know that their boss was unperturbed. They would simply wait for further instructions.
The brief exchange ended, and the car fell back into silence. The four black luxury cars drove smoothly along the road, the rising sun casting a golden-orange glow.