At six in the evening, Steven walked out of the CIB headquarters and got on a black car. Just as he fastened his seat belt and inserted the key, a Jewish man in a trench coat opened the door and sat next to him.
"All good?"
"The CIB will assist you."
A smile appeared on the man's face.
"Congratulations, Mr. Steven, you can finally find your revenge."
Steven scoffed and didn't respond, but the smile on his lips was still obvious.
"This is a little gift from us." Then, the Jewish man gently placed a card in the item holder, as if nothing had happened, and looked straight ahead with a smile.
"I didn't help you for money." Stephen frowned.
"But you have no reason to refuse, right?" The man smiled. "And your efforts are definitely worth this number."
Stephen was silent.
