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As the call dropped, Kalixo stepped on the gas and sped away in his car. With each passing moment, the heavy rain poured down, gradually subsiding. Every droplet of water danced on the wheels of his car. The people on the side of the road were splattered as he raced by. They couldn't complain as he was driving so fast, as if he were in a race.

Kalixo arrived at a pier where a yacht was anchored nearby. Two men were aboard the yacht, both dressed in black attire.

He parked his car on the side and got out. When a guard on the yacht saw him, he approached. "Boss," the guard said.

Kalixo handed him the keys to his car without saying a word, and passed by the man he had given the keys to. Kalixo headed towards the yacht and boarded it. Meanwhile, the man got into Kalixo's car and sped off.

There was no one around on this deserted pier, allowing Kalixo to walk freely without worrying about CCTV footage or paparazzi.

"Let's go," Kalixo said.

The driver headed down below and began maneu