「The next day.」
After a sleepless night, Dean dropped Niel, who was dressed professionally, off at the temporarily rented office building. He didn't turn his car around until her figure disappeared from view, then headed to a dock.
「At the entrance of the dock.」
A middle-aged white man with slicked-back hair greeted Dean, "Mr. Dean?"
Though he posed it as a question, his tone was certain; he had clearly seen Dean's photo beforehand.
Dean nodded. "Yes. Where's the stuff I asked for?"
The man with slicked-back hair was from the Ross Family.
Dean had previously asked Ross to prepare some inconspicuous items for the survival game coming in September, and he hadn't expected Ross to be so efficient. Less than two weeks had passed, and today someone had contacted him to pick up the goods at the dock.
