Jin Sen was the young man in black clothes who sold mobile phones and passed the Judge’s data to Boss Shaw. However, Boss Shaw’s communicator called again and again but there was no reply.

Boss Shaw frowned. “What’s going on?”

“Was he discovered?” He tried calling Hubbard’s communicator but the next moment, a voice came from the receiver. “The person you dialed has left the base. Please leave a message.”

Boss Shaw turned to look at the tablet on the workbench. He opened it and pressed a few buttons to delete all the photos. Then he told An Zhe, “The situation isn’t right. Hurry to get rid of the goods. There is nothing else to do tonight so go and deliver it with me.”

Thus, An Zhe came to District 6 that he hadn’t stepped foot in for a month.

Building 12 in District 6, unit 4312 was the location of their customer. The box was very heavy and An Zhe and Boss Shaw took turns lifting it up the stairs to the third floor. Unlike Building 117 where An Zhe previously lived, all those in Building 13 were women. Along the way, An Zhe met several people. Most of them had short hair, a tall stature and strong facial features. Looking at them, An Zhe was inevitably reminded of Du Sai.

Du Sai was a very special woman. She was tall but she was most slender than all the women An Zhe had seen while a the same time, her breasts were fuller than others. Her body was unusually soft because of this slender plumpness. It was rare on the third underground floor.

At the same time, he saw Boss Shaw’s gaze examining the passing women. Finally, Boss Shaw said, “There is no second Du Sai.”

An Zhe didn’t speak and gently rang the 12th door. “Hello, we came to make a delivery.”

No one opened the door. An Zhe knocked loudly on the door. “Hello, we are here for a delivery.”

Still no one opened the door. Boss Shaw stepped forward and slammed on the door a few times. “Is anyone there? There is a delivery from the third underground floor.”

There was silence.

In the silence, footsteps were heard behind them. An Zhe turned his head and saw a middle-aged woman in a grey dress. He asked, “Hello, are you the resident of number 12?”

The woman shook her head and looked at the door. “Are you looking for her?”

“Yes,” An Zhe replied. “She ordered something and we came to deliver it.”

The woman’s face was blank as her eyes shifted to the box Boss Shaw was pulling. “What goods?”

“They are premium goods and we can’t say anything else.” Boss Saw replied. “When will she come back?”

The woman looked at him. Her mouth was tight and she didn’t speak for a moment. Boss Shaw couldn’t stand it and said, “She—”