"I can give you money, but you've got to be alive to spend it."
Julius Reed was still staring at the rippling surface of the river, with no intention of turning around.
"You're really hurting my pride,"
the man said helplessly.
"Showing weakness in front of me isn't shameful,"
Julius Reed chuckled lightly. "Those who find it shameful are likely to have their graves overgrown with trees reaching to the skies."
"Fine! Fine! Fine! You have my absolute respect!"
The man came over reluctantly.
"The stuff!"
Julius Reed stretched out a hand, still without turning around.
"Here!"
Smack!
The man put the item in Julius Reed's hand with a touch of annoyance and turned to leave.
"Fox Miller, you should feel lucky," Julius Reed turned around, looking at the USB drive in his hand, and said indifferently, "You might be the only one alive."
"I'll take that as a blessing!"
Fox Miller cupped his hands in a salute and disappeared from West Harbor Wharf with a flash.
Ten seconds later.