An hour later, the pier in the western suburbs.

Sarah Davis wore a black tights and boarded her private yacht.

Daniel has been idly guarding the dark place at the door, and when he senses someone approaching, he puts away the game console vigilantly.

"It's me." Sarah Davis's cold voice sounded low.

She hid in the darkness, and her dark green brooch shone brightly under the dark night sky.

"The man inside, how much did he confess?"

Daniel pursed her lips, ...