Masheng Jiubao's home.
A large black suitcase was placed beside the coffee table.
Inside was a suitcase full of US Dollars, all counterfeit.
Among the stack of counterfeit bills near the bottom, a hole had been dug in the middle, and a tracker, which was currently active, had been inserted. Unless Big Black Moles or Ponytail happened to pick up and inspect this specific stack, they would never discover it.
After all, except when it comes to women,
men rarely pry something apart to look inside.
Masheng Jiubao sat nervously on the sofa, continually swallowing his saliva as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling!"
A burst of urgent ringing from the telephone suddenly filled the room.
Masheng Jiubao took a deep breath, his sweaty hand gripping and then releasing his knee, and leaned forward to grab the cordless phone. "This is Masheng Jiubao."
"Manager Masheng, this is Mister Criminal. Have you prepared the ten million US Dollars I demanded?"
