Bang, Tang Zheng fired a shot, and the bullet whizzed past, striking the road surface near Middle Finger's feet and chipping away some concrete.
"Come here, I have something to ask you," Tang Zheng's arm extended out of the car window, between his index and middle fingers was a hundred-dollar US bill that he shook tantalizingly under the dim street lights, full of temptation.
Middle Finger glanced at the housewife and then at the US dollars, knowing she couldn't outrun a bullet, she hurried over to the car, her demeanor very respectful.
"Sir, what can I do for you?" Seeing Tang Zheng's generous tipping and his handsome appearance coupled with his neat attire, Middle Finger knew he wasn't the type to patronize someone like her—a firefly, he must have wanted to ask questions.
"Smart, have you seen Bynum tonight?" Tang Zheng handed the US dollars to Middle Finger, maintaining a proper distance.
