"Old Mack."
Casio lightly tapped the table.
"Go on."
A set of keys was thrown over.
Casio caught it easily, nodded in acknowledgment. Just when he was about to head inside, he noticed Old Mack seemed to be reading the Baichuan Morning News.
He leaned over and took a look, and indeed he was reading a newspaper.
Old Mack noticed Casio's gaze and raised his head to unfold the paper: "Recent times have been turbulent, the paper says there was a firefight between two gangs last night, at least a dozen people dead..."
"It was the Black Flame Gang, wasn't it?" Casio said with a faint smile.
"Yes, it's said that all the dead were from the Black Flame Gang."
Old Mack shook his head: "But that's not too bad, after all, it's only gang members dying, it's best if they keep killing each other."
"..." Casio went silent for a moment, then coughed twice.
"What's wrong? Coach Li Wei, do you have a cold?"
