After Big Cousin left the teaching building, a man who had been hiding beneath a tree and smoking quickly hurried over.
Big Cousin casually said, "The delivery's done. Let's go back. Don't keep Boss waiting too long."
Not long after, an ordinary yellow TAC cab drove out of the university grounds. It did not take long before the car entered a bustling downtown district.
It stopped in front of an old building.
Big Cousin was extremely cautious. Only after looking around did he go upstairs with his companion and enter a middle-floor apartment.
A bearded man opened the door. Big Cousin casually tossed something to him. "Antibiotics. I bought them on the way. Give them to Will."
The bearded man nodded and glanced back. At that moment, a man lay weakly on a tattered sofa.
His shoulder was wrapped in layers of bandages, still stained with blood. If the police had been there, they would have discovered that this injured man was none other than the culprit who had fired the shot, caused chaos, and escaped during the theater memorial service.
"Where's the boss?" Big Cousin asked again.
The bearded man replied casually, "The boss is in the room with Boss Boston. Go on in."
Big Cousin nodded, then quickly entered the room the bearded man had indicated. When he opened the door, Boston was counting stacks of banknotes.
When Boston saw Big Cousin enter, he greeted him before taking a roll of bills—U.S. dollars—and tossing it over. "Your hard-earned fee. The boss is rewarding you."
Big Cousin smiled and cheerfully caught the roll of bills. Then he turned toward a young man reading in front of Boston and said, "Thank you, Boss Arno."
Arno. The boss.
He lowered his head, holding a ballpoint pen as he wrote formula after