Lin Baici saw the short-skirt woman's hair in disarray, with friction tears on her black stockings.
"Robbed!"
The short-skirt woman sighed, and kindly reminded him, "After 8 o'clock, it's best not to go out. Apart from Oliver Manor, the other neighborhoods are very dangerous!"
Lin Baici smiled and handed a stack of US Dollars to the short-skirt woman. "Take us to the nearest mailbox!"
"It's really dangerous!"
The short-skirt woman didn't want to go, but she couldn't resist the lure of so much money.
Lin Baici gestured for the short-skirt woman to hurry up.
Six minutes later, Lin Baici saw a one-and-a-half-meter tall red iron mailbox that stood on the night street like a homeless wanderer.
Lin Baici tossed the envelope inside.
With this step complete, the contamination was temporarily lifted.
Upon returning to the hotel, Lin Baici waved goodbye to the short-skirt woman.
"Sir!"
The short-skirt woman summoned her courage to ask, "Do you need any other services?"
"No need!"
