"Hey, kid up front, stop. What are you looking for here? I've been watching you for a while." A very arrogant voice came from behind.
At the same time, two swaggering figures wearing thick gold chains appeared at the alley's exit up ahead. One held a dagger, and the other carried a revolver, blocking Shen Feng's path.
Shen Feng turned to look and saw a scrawny man, Huangmao, behind him. The dark circles under his eyes were alarming, and his gaze was filled with greed and agitation.
He was also holding a gun, which he had just cocked.
Shen Feng, still wearing his face mask, politely stopped and greeted them, saying:
"Hello. I'm looking for someone. I was wondering if you might have any information."
The two men blocking his path walked over. Hearing Shen Feng's flawless Spanish, the man with the dagger frowned and said:
"He doesn't have an accent. He's not one of the Medellin People. You think he's a cop?"
