"Stop wasting each other's time. If you know something, speak up and I'll pay. If you don't know, then get lost now. If you keep babbling, I'll twist your head off." Xiang Yu released the rat-faced man and planted the military knife into the table.
The rat-faced man, although privy to a lot of information, was not part of any powerful group, even less likely to engage in actions concerning both the underworld and law enforcement.
"I'll talk, I'll talk." The man responded respectfully, nearly wetting his pants at Xiang Yu's earlier actions. "This underground organization is very secretive, I don't know the specifics. But in this city, they have three strongholds. The first is in an abandoned factory on the outer ring, the second…"
The rat-faced man respectfully disclosed all the information he knew, and only then did Xiang Yu look at him with satisfaction. "What's your name?" asked Xiang Yu.
"They all call me Yang Lao San."
