The dark muzzle of Old Mo's gun was aimed at Fang Zhen, ready to fire at any moment.
Fang Zhen wasn't panicked.
His extrasensory precognition had activated, but he didn't see Old Mo making a move to shoot.
He figured the Old Mos had other plans.
"The money... this is all there is. There's no more," Fang Zhen said.
His linguistics talent was active, and he was speaking to Old Mo.
Hearing Fang Zhen speak Spanish, Old Mo was momentarily stunned, but he quickly broke into a sinister grin.
Mexican Spanish is, in fact, just Spanish, differing only in some unique words and a variant accent that distinguishes it from the Spanish spoken elsewhere.
"Good, you can talk. If you don't have the money, then you'll have to stay," said Old Mo.
"Heh heh. Selling the two men to a farm and the woman to a brothel... that's a pretty penny, too."
"A lot of white guys are really into Asians."
