Bald man turned cautious and asked. “Dude, what are you trying to do? I am from the Anthony gang. Don’t try anything weird. Get it?”
Kampa laughed out. He waved his hand on the back slightly, seemingly asking Zheng for something. Zheng immediately took out a gold bar and broke off a little piece, then handed it to Kampa.
Kampa acted like taking something out from his pocket then threw the piece of gold to the bald man. The man was surprised then checked the gold and them over and over.
Kampa moved closer to him and saw in a low voice. “Bro, we international mercenaries. Don’t worry. We are here on vacation but we lost our luggage. So all we have left is the gold on our pockets. I am looking for a capable gang that can exchange these gold for cash. We will sell fifteen gold bars at 70% market price. Is your gang interested?”
