Steven looked at the young man sitting in the back seat, watching him pull out a handgun from his pocket, yet he didn't show any fear or emotion.
"Listen, kid, I don't care who you are, put your weapon away."
"I know the boss of the Black Blood Gang, and many other gang leaders in this city. If you harm me, I assure you, they'll all find a way to get to you and make you pay!"
The young man sitting behind him didn't withdraw his weapon or speak, just looked at him.
Steven was silent for a few seconds, glanced back at the traffic-jammed street, and picked up the clothes thrown on the front passenger seat.
He noticed a hint of nervousness in the young man, as the muzzle was now aimed directly at him, whereas before it was only roughly pointed his way.
He said nonchalantly, "Relax, I'm just getting you some money."
He pulled out a wallet from his pocket, filled with twenty yuan bills, at least twenty or thirty of them.
