"You guys are going back to China. You, come with me," the man said hoarsely and limped out of the basement with his cane.
When he suddenly said the words 'return to China', other than J5's expression that did not change much, Ye Jian and the others' expressions turned cold. V8 even raised the gun in his hand a little.
J5 pressed down on V8's hand and stared at the man's slowly leaving back. He said to Ye Jian, "He means no harm. Ye Jian, go with him and see what's wrong. His name is Quentin. You can call him by his name."
Anyone who knew Quentin knew that Quentin not only kept his mouth shut and kept secrets, but also that he never chatted with the customers who looked for him. When the customers asked for guns and ammunition, he provided the needs. The guns were pointed out to them and the money was given. He would continue to hole up in this motorcycle repair shop that few people ever found.
