Meanwhile, elsewhere.
The person waiting to meet them when they brought the cart to the large garbage truck was a middle-aged man getting on in years.
He came over cheerfully and held out his hand. "Hello, ma'am. Thanks for your hard work."
Ye Lan likewise held out his hand and smiled. "It's no trouble, sir. We're all just making a living."
The exchange of code phrases was complete.
With an unspoken understanding, they exchanged the documents as they shook hands, then quickly worked together to move the unconscious person behind the truck, out of sight.
Once he was done, Ye Lan clapped his hands. "I'll be going, then."
The middle-aged man nodded and climbed into the truck. "Thanks for your hard work."
Ye Lan circled around to the other side, planning to find somewhere secluded to remove his disguise and leave openly.
But just as he was about to leave, a group hurried toward him head-on, and the fat police chief leading them shouted:
"Wait!"
Both Ye Lan and the garbage truck driver were startled. The driver lived up to his professional credentials and remained fairly composed, asking with a seemingly bewildered look:
"What's wrong, sir? Is there something you need? If not, I should probably get going before the smell pollutes the air around here."
The fat police chief approached Ye Lan first and asked, "Who are you?"
Ye Lan answered calmly, "I'm a cleaner at the Triangle Building."
The chief glanced at him, then turned to the garbage truck driver. "Do you usually collect the garbage at this hour?"
The garbage truck driver said, "Usually, it's at night, but something came up at home today, so I came early. I've already notified the hotel."
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