"Aside from those, the rest are just small fry."
Having said so much in one breath, Yasuo licked his lips. "Alright, a few hundred US dollars of intelligence is only worth this much. If you want to know more detailed stuff, you'll need more money."
Dean shook his head, indicating he didn't need it.
He had originally wanted to ask for some intelligence concerning the Lucchese Family, but considering that the other party wasn't a specialized Intelligence Organization and might not be tight-lipped, he dismissed the idea.
Moreover, Dean now had three official identities; obtaining detailed information about a Mafia family was very easy for him.
The two walked through the alley, turning left and right until they arrived at an open space where more than a dozen trucks were parked.
Yasuo went ahead to talk with the people guarding the fleet.
A moment later, Dean left with a thick black cloth-wrapped bundle.
