Selwynn left with long strides. Anson stood with one hand in his pocket, then used two fingers to salute them politely. "Gentlemen, I'll leave first." He then turned to follow Selwynn's footsteps.
Back in the office, Selwynn thought twice before dialing a number,
"Yo, who's this?" A careless voice answered when the phone connected, "If it's the landlord, brother, I'm going to need an extension on this month's rent–"
Selwynn cut straight to the point. "I'm here for your marketing services."
The man on the other side, who was still absent-minded, cutting his nails with scattered instant noodle cups on the floor, immediately sat up straight and put on his best service voice to his only customer in months.
"Boss, what kind of service are you looking for? We have all kinds. If you want us to find out the black material of your opponent, we can do it. "