After he had eaten enough and sampled the foods he liked, he took out his pocket handkerchief, wiped his hands, and then handed it to Elvin.
The pocket handkerchief, tucked in the breast pocket for decoration, wasn't merely ornamental—it had practical use and value as well.
They watched in confusion as Elvin took the bright red handkerchief to the door and threw it out.
Lance suddenly started speaking, pulling their attention back from outside.
"Actually... I was pondering something before I came here."
He lit another cigarette; it was the guy named Mike who leaned over to light it for him. Smiling, he nodded and thanked him, his demeanor relaxed, not showing any sign of anger or irritation.
While he was speaking, out on the street, people brought by the five gang leaders—the trusted confidants and some elite members of their gangs—stood apart in small groups, having their discussions.
