Luke tapped the Coke bottle lightly. "I believe I asked if I could find my targets with this information. You said yes."
Weasel said, "54 people, 12 of whom have already appeared. If that's not enough, what else do you want? When did I ever guarantee that it was 100% correct?"
Luke chuckled. "Of the 54 people, 25 of them don't even have any achievements. As for the other ten… Mechanic, Enforcer, Judge, and White Phantom? Hehe, did you just simply throw in these nicknames from urban legend? Do you think my time is worthless?"
Weasel pulled a long face. "If you're not satisfied, go buy intelligence from someone else in the future and see if they can fulfill your requests. Goodbye."
Luke sighed and sent a text message. He then put his phone away and drank his Coke.
Weasel was unhappy. "Didn't you hear me? You can go now."
Luke gestured at the Coke in his hand. "I paid for it. Are you sure you want to drive me away?"
