"You're such an idiot! The boss already fled, why do you still care about him?"
Looking at the silhouette that had just reminded him before running off, this usually somewhat dazed underling suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He reached his hand toward the inner pocket of the black-robed man on the ground.
If his memory served him right, the stacks of US Dollars their boss had given to Master Jose had been put right there.
"What's going on? I clearly saw him stuff the money here. How can it be gone?"
The underling felt around for a while but found nothing, his mood abruptly turning anxious.
He yanked up the black-robed man's clothes, wanting to see if the money was hidden somewhere else.
However, so occupied was he that he failed to notice a faint silhouette appearing behind him, slowly closing in.
Meanwhile, a sudden gleam of light from the black-robed man's neck caught the underling's attention.
"What is this?"
