"Right... if your answer has nothing to do with the question, you lose a bill."
Bick patted his chest and loudly promised, "Don't worry. I'm Bick, the most honest Bick."
"Too verbose."
Ning Fan expressionlessly drew out a banknote.
"Oh no!"
Bick wailed miserably and rushed over, "Please don't do this, I promise not to ramble."
"Why has Brooklyn become peaceful?"
"Are you a federal agent or a cop... No way, this isn't enough for an informant fee. You must know I'm risking my life here..."
Listening to Bick's boasting, Ning Fan suddenly felt childish, pocketed the money, and prepared to get off the car.
Watching the hulking Bick come rushing over, just as Ning Fan was about to take action, the other party begged, "No, I was wrong. Please give me another chance."
Ning Fan sighed, "Alright. Just this once."
Half an hour later, when the US Dollars Ning Fan had halved, he finally got the information he wanted.
