Greymark Star was just that realistic: take the money, get the job done.
They were all people who lived with blades at their throats. Who cared about your reputation or status?
The bar paused for only a moment before sinking back into its intoxicating haze.
The burly figures emerging from the crowd all carried the aura of blood and fire.
"I heard some greenhorn came over?"
"You got called over too?"
When several information brokers who normally stayed out of each other's business ran into one another, the smiles on their faces faded somewhat.
Who was so unfamiliar with the rules that they had summoned all of them together?
Either a major client or an ignorant fool.
Soggett, the bar manager, casually pointed at Mu Fan. "That kid over there wants to buy information. Looks like he has plenty of money."
At that last sentence, the information brokers' eyes lit up at once.
That was exactly the kind of information they liked to hear.
Following his gaze, they saw a young man seated on a sofa amid the mess, looking their way with calm eyes.
Alone...
Not very old...
No attendants...
It seemed they could rob him after taking his money.
Several quick-witted fellows immediately had vicious thoughts flash through their minds.
"Boss, what kind of information are you looking to buy?"
The group sat down with grins on their faces. When it came to business, every one of them was an expert.
"I'm Andre Groff. In the western district of City of Sin, there's nothing I don't know and nothing I can't find."
A bearded man lit a cigarette, then sat down with one leg crossed over the other, smiling smugly.
"Karl. You can ask me anything about the east side of City of Sin, as long as you