"You've finally said something useful!"
Feng Mountain threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground, crushed it out with his foot, and stood up. He strode toward the other side of the street, fairly satisfied with Director Roland's words. 'This bum is finally reliable for once,' he thought.
But Director Roland, who was behind him, looked completely bewildered when he heard this, his brow furrowed.
'Were the things I said before useless?'
'How is this the only useful thing I've said?'
Across the street, two men were squatting in front of a closed shop. Judging by their attire, they looked like gang members.
In fact, Feng Mountain had noticed these two the moment he walked out of the store. They kept looking up in his direction, and they had a large "Z" tattooed on their arms. They were clearly with Bao Wen's group, the ones he'd run into in front of Yves's house—the Zorro Gang that Cook had mentioned.
