Boyce is Someone He Trusts

The night enveloped the entire A City, neon advertising lights flickering between the high-rise buildings. Even at 8:30 PM, traffic was still bustling. Four black luxury cars drove in a line, moving smoothly.

"Boyce, they've arrived," the subordinate in the front passenger seat reported to the man in the back seat.

A calm response came from the back seat: "Hmm."

Boyce's expression was serene, his deep eyes reflecting no emotion as he gazed ahead, as if what was about to happen was just another routine event in his daily life. The four black luxury cars turned right at an intersection, entering another road, moving further away from the busy city center.

As night deepened, the abandoned construction site in the outskirts welcomed new visitors. The four black luxury cars drove into the underground parking lot of the abandoned building. Half of the parking lot was under construction, the other half filled with construction debris, making the air heavy and dirty.