Changmao suddenly became straightforward again.
"You're quite clear-headed. Don't worry, I won't kill you. If you cooperate with me, there will be benefits for you. But if you deliberately cause trouble, you'll wish I had killed you."
Liu Zheng said with a smile, but his gaze was chilling.
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."
Changmao shrank his neck again.
"I need to ask you about someone."
Since he was already in the Kowloon Walled City, he could speak more directly.
"Go ahead."
"Do you know Fat Biao? Fat as in 'fatty,' and Biao as in 'complex.'"
Learning from experience, Liu Zheng spelled it out this time.
"I do. The one who runs the gambling stall, I've lost quite a bit of money there."
Changmao said a bit irritably.
"Is there only one Fat Biao?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"The one I know best is him. Apparently, there's another Fat Biao involved in illegal fighting, but I've never met him."
Changmao pondered and said.
"Seems you don't use substances."
He speculated.
