"Alright, I'll tell you about the Qingfeng Gang, but I don't know much, so how much you can do depends on your own skills." Bing could only do so much; he didn't know more, and often what he knew was from hearsay rather than firsthand.
"Just tell me what you know, the rest I have plans for." Chu Molin needed to make his own judgments. If he let the other person make decisions for him, he might not even know how he ended up dead.
"Okay, the Qingfeng Gang is at..." Bing told Chu Molin everything he knew.
"Alright, then you can head back. Tomorrow, come over at this time and we'll go check it out together." Chu Molin didn't distrust Bing's words. To him, nothing was as real as seeing it for himself.
Chu Molin had his own plans, so he didn't say much else. Now he just hoped Bing would go back and gather some more information.
But how should he put it? Even if Bing wasn't trustworthy, he wasn't afraid. This person's intentions were to investigate other gangs.
