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After hearing Benjamin's explanation, Chris was still skeptical, but he didn't press the question of why he was the recipient. Instead, he continued to ask about the principal.

"The letter doesn't mention the client. Your company should have relevant records, right?" Chris said.

"Normally we do, but commission number 00037 was anonymous, and we don't have the commissioner's information," Benjamin replied.

"An anonymous commission?" Chris asked, somewhat surprised. "Do you know what's inside this box?"

"I don't know." Benjamin looked at Chris calmly, adjusting his monocle over his left eye. "The company doesn't care what items are entrusted to them."

"Aren't you afraid that criminals might commission you to handle dangerous or contraband items?" Chris asked doubtfully.

Benjamin answered Chris's questions without hesitation, replying calmly, "The company naturally has methods to assess the risk of entrusted assets."

Upon hearing Benjamin's answer, Chris's gaze involuntarily fell once again upon the brass box on the table.

The other party clearly stated that once the copper box is closed, the mechanism inside will automatically break when it is opened again. So how could the other party determine whether the contents of these copper boxes are dangerous or contraband without opening them?

Although Chris was puzzled, he knew very well that if he continued to ask, Benjamin would not give him a clear answer.

After all, this kind of thing involves some specific business operations of Madison Asset Management, and can be considered a company secret.

Since he couldn't get any information about the client from the other party, Chris had no choice but to give up.

"So, I can take this bronze box now?" Chris asked, pointing to the bronze box on the table.

"Just sign this document." Benjamin took a pre-prepared document and a black pen from the table next to him and placed them in front of Chris.

Chris glanced at the contents of the document and found nothing wrong; he didn't need to pay any further fees for accepting the commissioned items.

Chris signed his name, Chris Craft, very quickly.

He then pushed the document in front of Benjamin.

"Is this okay?"

"Sure, would you like us to repackage it for you?" Benjamin glanced at the documents in front of him, then pointed to the copper box whose paper seal had already been torn open.

"Of course, that would be best." Chris did not refuse the other party's kindness.

Benjamin moved very quickly, deftly taking out several new sheets of brown paper from a cabinet to repackage Chris's brass box before handing it to Chris.

Chris took the packaged copper box and gently weighed it in his hand; the box wasn't as heavy as he had imagined.

Chris also put the only key to the bronze box in the inside pocket of his jacket.

Meanwhile, Chris folded up the old parchment paper that had been wrapped around the copper box, including the one with the Vesel script, and put it in his briefcase, discarding the rest.

With the brass box tucked under his right arm, Chris politely nodded slightly to Benjamin and said, "Mr. Benjamin, I'll take my leave now."

Benjamin nodded slightly in return, and said, "Let me see Mr. Chris out."

"it is good."

Chris naturally had no reason to refuse. He remembered that there were several forks in the winding corridor he had walked through when he came in. Without Benjamin leading him away, he had no doubt that he would have gotten lost in there.

Benjamin strode forward and reopened the door to the dark room, revealing a straight corridor behind it.

Chris arrived at the door at that moment, looking out into the hallway with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He always felt that the hallway outside the door was a little different from when he entered.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.

Benjamin continued walking ahead, while Chris maintained a distance of about one meter from him.

After walking down the corridor, Benjamin turned right as he knew it very well, and Chris quickly followed.

But just as Chris followed Benjamin around the first corner, he paused for a moment when he saw the bright light coming from the streetlights ahead.

Something's wrong, something's very wrong.

When he came in, he clearly remembered following Benjamin through at least seven or eight corners and several side roads.

How come when I left that dark room, there was only this little bit of corridor left?

Just around the corner, you arrive at the outermost corridor on the basement level.

Despite his doubts, Chris quickly adjusted his pace and caught up with Benjamin again.

It was 7:45 when I left Madison Asset Management.

The last tram from Enclave Street to Nottingham Street departs at 8:00, so you should be able to catch it.

After seeing Chris off, Benjamin returned to the dark room on the basement level.

Upon entering, he immediately pulled out a chair from under the table, sat down slowly, and tapped the tabletop lightly. Soon, a faint sound, like the friction of metal, came from inside the wall on one side.

Suddenly, a rectangular area sank into the original wall. This sank rectangular area slowly rotated, opening inward like a door.

There was another secret room next to this dark room.

A gray-haired man, also dressed in a black suit but looking younger, slowly walked out. He went to the oval table in the center of the dark room, away from the door, pulled out a chair, and sat down opposite Benjamin.

The faint metallic scraping sound rang out again, and the secret door to the chamber behind the gray-haired man closed automatically.

Then, the dark room fell into complete silence; not even the sound of the two breathing could be heard.

The gray-haired man had very obvious dark circles under his eyes, and the fatigue in his eyes was immediately apparent, as if he had been up for many nights.

He took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily, looking at Benjamin with a hint of helplessness. "We just let him take it like that?"

"He's fine." Benjamin's deep voice rang out from the other end of the line, without the slightest hesitation.

"Really? What about that secret box? Is it okay too?" The gray-haired man suddenly grinned with a helpless smile, stood up, stretched his arms upwards, yawned, and yawned loudly.

The other person walked languidly to Benjamin's side and pulled out a chair from under the table to sit down.

He propped his head up with his left hand, looking utterly hopeless, and stared at Benjamin's expressionless, rigid face. He said, "Boss, we've all been working overtime for a month straight. If we don't find anything substantial, it'll be hard to explain to the higher-ups."